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once thought of a dance/theatre duo "work"/ a couple are never allowed to see the other, so actions are performed as tho together but in a dance-like manner always managing to avoid being seen. This marvelous odd marginal idol duo video almost approaches. They act as if not quite human or now&then, their humanity is occasional. Then they play!
ototoi Friday
= (?) (never be too sure) :
"the Friday two days ago" is duo name: song title: "perhaps I am actually a skyfish" . . .?!??
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think "skyfish" were things captured by random
video, & thought to be UFOs, but turned out
was just birds in distance or little insects flying very fast making a
blur? I think HD camera solved the puzzle of "skyfish"?
maybe? & no I don't know why there are occasional floating panties. Otherwise it is entirely SFW I would say. Tho that maybe depends on your workplace.
//
this is "is there a possibility of romance between these two" (?) (never be too sure)approximately.
Hence the "duality" theme.
They are mostly separate except when singing. Again, my old idea of the couple who deliberately keep each other out of sight yet co-habit.
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I had this suspicion all along, and confirmed it yesterday, duo is "おとといフライデー” "the friday 2 days ago" & indeed March 11th 2011 (earthquake/tsunami) was a (very memorable friday) (in fact I can't remember anything about years i.e. 2010, 2009. 2011 has cleaved through my memory) And that would therefore be (the band name) representative of 13th March 2011 which I may be wrong but I am sure that is when the explosions at the nuclear reactors occurred . . . I watched live on TV, some kind of metal plate went far far up in the air, and later in tokyo in a school round the corner plutonium was found on some sports equipment (or tarpaulin covering said sport equipment) that had been outside for the duration of this "event"
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if this is not a coincidence (what other memorable fridays are a 11th March?) then this is further proof (for my little theory) that marginal idol-units and the break down of barriers between the pre-2011 underground and idol subculture was due to this agglomeration of events.
As to why exactly, that is a little harder to consider, but think, two natural disasters accompanied by a human-made(or "readied") one. That is a true EVENT.
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"OTOTOI friday" j-PoPPal Authority rebuild 1 (because i ((didn't)lost(lose) count of previous) (reference to eva rebuild films)(which is(not quite) correct, I think)
Things I know or think I know & probably don't about Korea
-- because of recent events -- the news reporters on Japanese TV seemed slightly worry/wary whereas elsewhere things seemed maybe happy (unguardedly?) / but anyway any reporting re: Korea on here's TV has to be scrutinised for bias/ subtle (sometimes not-so) hatred, a strong word, but it often seems present beneath the surface . . .
things &c (blog title ↑）
1・ it (the peninusla in question) is to my right sort of from where I sit now typing this (so is Qatar, enough peninsula, just further)
2・ the jeju uprising, during Korean war (maybe before america went in) a sort of massacre of men women children by koreans on the (what would become) south side / so the victims of that would be on the north side (though the location of this is an island south of main korean end coast i.e. south korea) (this is becoming confusing, but why shouldn't it) so "North" side is not to be automatically assumed "baddies"
2・1 - a "zainichi" (japanese citizen, korean refugee said war, wrote book about this, and is not allowed to visit south korea) ("zainichi" is sort of discriminatory term and indeed a discriminated-against group in japan) and I can't find this book yet nor this other one about writing in japanese "the infection of language" or something. Maybe his books are discriminated against here so hard to find...?
3・ In Gene Wolfe's (who fought in Korea) (in the war, not just like on his own) Book of the New Sun mysterious "navigator" Jonas speaks Korean.
4・ The terrifying ferry sinking incident -- don't listen to your "elders" unquestioningly, or maybe better not at all.
5・ It has been claimed during an anti-Japanese "protest"(odd word in this context, maybe "demonstration" is what I mean) in Korea a dog was beheaded as a symbolic act (not really symbolic as its head was actually beheaded?) (symbolic as in the dog was meant to represent "the" Japanese -- what all of them? I assume they simply could not procure a Japanese person in time or something?) (it is a metaphor but no it is a dead dog).
6・ Tokyo has a "Korean Town" Shinokubo, just beside the station is a tiny little shrine for all animals killed in wartime. I met a nice cat there once. An alive cat.
7・ A schoolgirl from Osaka became sort of infamous for louding shouting very racist genocidal things during an anti-Korean "protest" I mean "demonstration" -- there is youtube footage somewhere. Probably of (5) also.
// brief summation so far// -- so relations are sort of symbolically not good though also there is co-existence and nothing is straightforward.
And the potential harmonising of relations between north and south Korea has hard-to-predict consequences in Japan, at least, in heads, of some Japanese peoples, and its government. The wariness.
William Burroughs said: once a problem appears in the world it can never be "solved" / "disappear" be removed from the world. I always thought of this as being like an annoying cord that is always never straight and has a bent bit that maybe you straighten but then another bent bit results. Or Pac-Man, i.e. it cannot be "completed" as such, level 256 (the last I think) is sort of utterly bugged, because the makers did not think people would ever get that far, or, some memory problem, I can't remember. Though people still manage anyway a workable route that results in the world record hi-score. Though there is no beyond. Right?
So harmony somewhere results in dis-harmony elsewhere, always. Because we are not a "ONE"
Oh, there is a Charles Olson quote related to this somewhere. I will find it, for potential Part Two, of this, which here ends, as a Part (now aptly) One.
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I went to Harajuku, it was very slippy . . . + 1st hypothesis towards cute-theory explanation step#1 more to follow
I want to fill in an: un-sibling reversal-Application-Form, so I can have a sister ← this sentence only here because part of sentence is from 5th novella WIP and there was a temporary saving problem so I put it here / / / please ignore / / / ________________________
In Harajuku (nice station building by the way) are crepes and schoolgirls. I think the crepes are mainly only sweet crepes. I have had only a savoury crepe en france.
Why did I go to Harajuku. To enter a room that was a dream, a room I wanted to sit in for several hours if not dwell in, in order to absorb all the room contained. This room → http://ameblo.jp/strawberryand/image-12283787988-13960852895.html
By the way, is there some way of becoming a girl, like by filling in an application form?
___ No there is not ___ / / / ignore this too why not / / /
Harajuku has slippy floors/surfaces everywhere, I don't know, probably because it was raining or maybe just the surfaces have become naturally slippy after years of crepes and schoolgirls (this is almost pre-bubble culture I think) -- I am surprised there is even any ground left to stand/slip/stride on. . . / stumble /
There is a The Fall song of recent years called "Slippy Floor"
Assume Harajuku is not always slippy. That is an assumption, but one I am willing to, um, assert.
Anyway, the dream room. A real room. The room is still likely present, but what made it a dream has likely been packed away. It was an exhibition. I showed it you above ↑ follow the link?
Now to explain somehow coherently my theory of what seems to be an all-girl culture encompassing art, music, fashion &c.
March 11th 2011 was moment of instigation, I think. That is my theory. I have to now explain why.
explanation step 1 (occurs unconsciously):
after trauma, a drive to preserve what is cute, that eases trauma, and is memorial-like for those who died/ vanished (particularly the cute ones) -- NO, it is not that simple -- to preserve the particularly cute means to protect what is vulnerable, un-traumatised. This is most evident in cute things, therefore / / / consider "macho-ism" -- this is typically a male way to act, unconsciously knowing their vulnerable nature (all is soft) and attempting to disguise this in various "macho" ways.
- - - better to accept cuteness - - -
are you following me so far? Y/N __ (fill in in imagination, that is, we presume, in your head, somewhere)(tick or something, or cross out the negative. I won't know anyhow)
macho: the deliberate swagger walk. It may be required on deck at ships at rough seas. Otherways, no, a defense mechanism. Such a visual defense mechanism shows a recognition in the swaggerer of their vulnerabilities. Softness.
We are always soft things at the cusp of non-existence, why pretend otherwise?
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I will proceed to step two slowly in another blogpost, the floor is slippy etc./ I will include music videos and EVIDENCE to make my point. It will be an inarguable point.
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proceed, now, as you were. As for me, I desperately need to urinate.
current 31st may 2015
I didn't feel any earthquake that suddenly I see everyone was saying there was one, big, large etc. I claim utter innocence, ignorance, all things are intact if they had been accosted by an earthqyuake (things that would have been accosted by an eartquake -- cups, glass stuff, buildings, live, remain un-accosted) would have known. . .
I almost went foolish and purchased a dodonpachi game on the play station 2 without having a play station 2 or any other play station, instead made deal with wife, I would only buy a 108en super famicom game about we think it is a seal, we are currently in a prolomged debate, is it a seal is it an otter, and also she has reneged on the deal, the details of which entailed her playing the game while I observe and offer "super play" advice. She has fallen asleep. At least I have some leverage for the future.
this is all instead of dying in earthquake.
a jinx if ever I saw //
you know the charles olson poem, wherein he says "the hats women then" and omits the expected "wore" // I like that so much.
illustrations of end events (two) plus description of affectionate cat visitation as dreamt muggy morning(with some night) of 2nd May 2015
from pre-dawn crows gathering, v.vocal -- I think they are sensing the beginning of public holiday "golden week", the exodus (their (crow's) outlying recon flocks are reporting) "successful begun of exodus) means they are freer to gambol in the metropolis, less angry encounter, more frolic, more revalry// good, I think, for them, and I don't mind it at all either//
-- but I thought one crow clearly sang out "today's the day of your final fatal hour" / I worried about the half or is it more than half, phantom or is it true, redundancy i.e., "final fatal" / we are all in need of editing /
and because I had been over-reading in the straneglet/mini-black hole/ top quark/neutron star/ result of CERN LHC experiments etc and the recent increase in earthquakes
these sky events come and go / a daytime sky, no specific direction/ the time of day? it's just day/ it's to be the last day. Night as it typically occurs (assume sunset? I think that's how) may well not/
as I saw in some fraught stuff in dream: moon clear cirlcle in daytime. and another/ Each moon's white circular departs somewhat down and to the right from perspective of me in dream, leaving a greyish dirty circle. While the removed white circle warps and becomes maybe a projectile. The lands and skies shake.
Some orbitting (or who knows how far it is) / is unlidded/ and the lid goes sailing . . . groundward
I depict as thus:
lids, or seals, I think. like in "revelations"! -- a year ago, listening to a new current93 album, contained extracts like from a radio seminar perhaps, of an evangelist or what shall I call them, in this great calm yet decisive voice described "revelations" in a way full of sense, starting from one aspect we can't begin to understand, relates to another, and soon a shape of something not quite yet of the world but pure logic and waiting, to be logically be, "manifest"/ seals and lids, in any case. Sometimes a seal was more meant as a proof of authenticity of source of a communication i.e., a letter . . . ?
another sky event was a mottling of bright light in circular formation before presenting as a super nova as understood by me in this dream/ / super nova on radiating fatal collision very soon with the earth which is our planet here, we are, as far as I understand it.
and I depict as thus/ -- no, iin the end I could not depict to my satisfaction. Use your head can't you, while there's still an earth to be on.
By now the crows (21st May) are quiet. Humans returned to the city in a "U-turn rush". The world: not quite ended.
my cat-who-is-dead visited me as a heaviness (cat-heaviness, bearable) in aftermath still in the dream, perhaps I went out,in, further in, to relate to the cat who-is-dead, vocally-speaking, as a cat, he was vocal, while "still with us" -- crows their vocals, often sound similar -- crows I think have a network of squawks over unknowable distance, we in our housing may hear the initial sounding out, it's reiteration, and same, each a distance out, then a gap until response is coming in. Then I suspect a more animated for local purposes debate call response, until next long distance message is to be decided on, and is relayed, by whosoever, has best voice, most authority, is most trusted so the copy to propogate into distance can be assumed to be most accurate -- contain most as close as possible to the original, information.
I cry in a dream when greeted by visiting gone cat but once awake I note I've shed no tear I may be a sentimental dreamer but otherwise it's OK.
Ready your ending and that . . . days ask food and that, for example, end that
halve your acts
the very many all creatures are reducing in number, the great and the small
shadows of small trees like dead things lain in little lamp light
It's wobble world.
Glancing at mirror yesterday afternoon I was interested, and a bit worried, to find a prominent pool of blood in my left eye. Then I became a happier person.
Because the specifics of trouble are, they disrupt your usual self. If your usual self is a twat you are happy for the disruption.
So night comes and I'm ready for disaster. Sure of it.
This specifics of all troubles shall simply be called WOUND
What is the importance of WOUND? WOUND is of great importance.
What does this importance consist of? Of its interference in the twatty self.
NOTE: none of this works if you are one of those annoying persons at ease in even the most minor way, with world and self, between world and self no schism, and in self no schism, and not seeing the world a-schism from any view. Get. Read this: IN COLD HELL IN THICKET or something
CONTD: in that under disruption of twatty self (by WOUND interference) escape (a little escape) is entailed and one can act a bit more freely, at long last, like when Kerouac drinks a poorboy of ruby port in an alley in san francisco and is admonished by stuffy old Snyder, for a while, you may want to play on the pavement.
Importance of scrubbed knees elbows of childtimes ・・・
READ THIS: otomo yoshihide essay it is indescribably brilliant, well it doesn't need to be described does it? Just read it.
CONTD: the interference of WOUND-EVENT disrupts like something going a bit off its course, other directions come into possibility-present-space (possibility frontier route realm anew) and
and? What it is I am saying, I assure you I don't know. I shall no longer believe in any vibrancy in health, and will delight at every circumstance that teasingly implies the trauma at the back of it all. And consequently, hypocritically, welcome vibrancy states of high mighty resonance
and ELIMINATE FATE! because: fixed course no longer
no more penned and herded
-- 3rd of June, 2011
rerradddiant LUNATIC ghosts
What if, someone said on conspiracy website, all blue skies ever seen were in fact induced memories to hide the un-blue skies of the real. what are they hiding? people ask on conspiracy website forums. We recall the term "screen memory" and its relation to abduction scenarios.
yesterday the sun was distant through a haze, and the moon, when it was night, close (it is closer than the sun, remember) through a haze. The haze. In the nighttime of the fukushima live stream drifts a throng of particles or low resolution nighttime pixel semblance. Abandon previous scenarios.
I saw a crow zooming back to its nest with a coat hanger in its intelligent mouth.
I read a red moon was seen in kobe before its big earthquake (1995?) I read they say it is two, three days after, then the earthquake. frogs leave four days before. Whales and other sea inhabitants kill themselves as communities.
These are all just observations.
Another coat hanger was rejected and deposited on top of the public announcement speaker post thing.
I like moths.
This moth (the photo does not show maybe, the following wonderful details) has a sort of spotty white one piece (I only knew the word "one piece" since I came here) (what is the difference, between a "dress" and a "one piece"? I need to know) (I like one pieces) and a fur collar, it is very charming.
Perhaps it is dead now.
Also a horse fly appeared, I wrote about it a bit, for one of these "blog entries", but it tailed off, it went:
A "horsefly" I think has entered the domicile, the weather balmy and an electric light being attractive. A horsefly is a very big fly, thinner, longer, more frightening (normal flies are not frightening unless looked at under microscope), less frightening than cockroach, so, I am turning my back on it even. I burned some incense, thinking it will do something-- then it tailed off. Unpromising.
Then I read on wikipedia how the female horse fly drinks 330 ml approximately of blood. That is like a can of coke or other popular soft drink. So I was eager for the horse fly to go away.
I once wrote a failed attempted but failed unpromising "blog entry" about a soft drink, it went:
In singular moment of wild spontaneity, I -- late at night it was -- purchased from a vending machine a 500ml can of famous american drink "mountain dew"
Never before had I tasted "mountain dew"
What did I know about "mountain dew"? That it was the drink of choice for every male-gendered american science fiction writer, drunk by the gallon while working on 6-volume prequel series tying up those plot points in that novella published in that anthology came out last weekend.
What do you now know about "mountain dew"?
that's all, before the tailing off. I was going to describe the taste, the colour, of mountain dew. To be honest, it was not such a great drink. Recently I have been drinking teas, bottled teas, green teas, the oolong tea, and the jasmine tea. In bottles (oh I mentioned that already) when coming home from drinking, entering the convenience store, to buy some "soft drink" for the embattled morning to come.
I am worried that insect life is not so numerous recently.
from somewhere a quote:
"At a go board you have to expel all your desires. Yet retain a certain fighting spirit ????"
Can't remember any sensible purpose behind all this post, so have a rest, end here, why not, or round abouts, here-ness.
This has been a graveyard.
PAUSE [-interval] allow some, ACKNOWLEDGE, blast RADIANT GROUND
Dear
Swathe
Dead
Broad
Wound
-(and surroundings)-
Seems inappropriate but I didn't know what else to do. Why not. Haino Keiji's tribute prayer poem thing to mark Derek Bailey's death, from here -- it seems a bit ridiculous perhaps, but so is what happened and all THE SITUATIONS, so, I quote:
That, which while enfolding this now and present perfume, speaks, 'I will use to the fullest this form bestowed upon me' and blurs into the firmament - ah, where and in what form will it next be devised
-- what make of it?
eve ↔ morn , march 24th,25th
It's been hard to tell whether it is my primed sensor curtain quivering or my hallucinating fearful self constantly watching the curtain, tense, sensing possibly each possible possibly a quiver, of whatever it is primed to sense, I forget after a while.
Anyway if you look at one thing long enough it seems to tremble, as though it notes your glances and gets shy a bit. Pure things like some animals, when they are mentally unwell (for example) don't think to disguise the signs that occur. We do. Not just for that example (mentally unwell), for any state you can think of, you can find an example among the human horde that shows disguising of that state. It is not worth providing examples of this. Just ruminate for 10 seconds.
But in any case things quiver, they shake, just as 50s rock and roll predicted.
It's sort of stupid but one of the first things I mentioned (over-excitedly) once reunited with wife woman was that constantly quivering hook in ILL SEEN ILL SAID by mr.Beckett (first of all I described escaping the shower etc) I thought it was important at the time (the hook, or a key?). Because, but, of course it isn't important yet after the 11th March afternoon there was a constant sway and quiver in all experience.
I found just today there is something called "disembarkment syndrome" or, as wikipedia says grandly: Mal de debarquement
I experienced my very first nose bleed after the 11th March. But all sorts of weird stuff was going on, rumbles of no source in the night, a sudden mouse presence, a highly strung cat doing circuits of our housing black (he/she continues); recently I have seen some raccoons foraging in the nearby gardens.
But we proceed lucky through the swathe happened above us in terms of the earth's surface where there happened right on there absolute displacement; I can't think how they will manage the earth after all that. (with toughness I suppose)
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Look , here is a song, it is a cover, of a song, by aihiyo a now inactive haino keiji band, they just did covers. This is a cover of a 70s pop-type (is it pop) song by a japanese singer called "peter" (is he called peter? - or ピーター？ＹＥＳ) and it is more like enka, than pop, or is it inbetween, and the singer is a man who prefers to be a woman here is it on youtube / as link/
here is the aihiyo (哀秘謡）version, turn the bass up if you can,that is where the ghosts are.
lovely hesitance before the chord, as it were . . . & voice asserts bass reverb presence. The subtle hidden snap assertive drums! The chorus switch part (if there is one) is so funereal, and just like you would think something would sound like, having the title "between night and morning" ... then there is a reassertion of the song (2nd verse,we would otherwise say), and surely the rhythm which is as something falling down very elegantly has seeped into your listener being . . . and the final chorus lone assertion that continues into fade and silence. (buzz of amplified instruments recreates lonely night alone silent sounds, don't they?)
whir wren MARCH 20th, fore/aft
There is beside me a curtain draping the front of a kind of shelving, this curtain has been expertly primed to quiver in response to earth rut. My tremblor sensor.
Earthquakes often seem to start as a wee flutter then build to a slamming rattle.
The wee quiver will give me time to put some trousers on, if I am not wearing trousers.
The song "donald where's your trousers", notably used in a near-last episode of "terminator: the sarah connor chronicles" which was a good TV series for the most part, cruelly cut short.
This song was sung by an "AI" that was, I think, a rival to "skynet", purposefully nurtured by the singer of the band "garbage" who was actually a T1000 (the liquidy one) who - or that - had travelled back in time, to, as I say, nurture the "AI", in order that it would sing "donald where's your trousers" : a youtube link
"I nay had on trousers"
I had been collecting examples of glitches on google books (it's a thrilling life) (or maybe from internet in general, the thrill makes precise details hard to recall) here is something about suicide helplines or something:
here is a handy close-up isolate of relevant glitch with bonus pink strip because I am pleasant like that / like this:
I speculate that the suicide rate here will decrease a little. Because emergencies of this sort strip away certain personal problems. Everyone has a capability to thrive in sudden unusual circumstances, as long as such circumstances do not directly persecute you (for example, if you were suddenly interred in a bully-world of precise calibration). And birth rate will increase around December 2011, January 2012, I also predict (blackouts, conservation of electricity, the tremours of fright requiring particular soothings) (smooch)
the now and that, march 17th
I was thinking about radiation, whereby there is a sort of invitation, that where there in follows the meeting, in the body, a handshake let's say, passes, between the radiation and the irradiated things, cells of organs, for example (I'm no expert). They shake hands on their promise to colloborate on cancer. I suppose it is considered a chance to thrive. And so fate is a promise of the past to the future. Centred around a specific location and entity, for example the body. The irradiated body is a scene of promise.
I was just thinking about this recently, that's all, given the situation (or the promised situation, mired in shrill media typical hype -- or is it? How to know) /that was a question.
Of course, it is all in Robert Duncan, Ground Work 1&2 -- here is an example, granted me by google books (my mother once kindly got this for me, at christmas, from off my wishlist, but instead therewas delivered a book of mainly photographs, and the photographs were of (very lovely) furniture made by those white people who invaded america. They made great furniture) (the bottom bit, of the poem, is partly what I mean)
in any case, staying here of course, thick and thin etc. Old Chapp. And? If anyone is feeling generous, send me Robert Duncan's Ground Work, ta very much, for succour in this crisis that is uncertain here, and certain elsewhere, sad daft life and that, here there.
earth and quake rut
Dear earth, I (know)-- ((I wrote firstly KNOW, i think I wanted to write "no" as in "no longer" but the know I have a feeling that is important. obviously know and now are frequent errors but know and no?)) now no longer believe in you.
Also, I knew there'd be a mega-quake while I am having a shower. Having to dry oneself among mega-rattle wall and floor squelch is a long running nightmare now real (so therefore less frightening) (actually everything is suddenly less frightening).
It was an opportunity, after I put some clothes on, to make friends with the old ladies I am living among. They say it is the strongest they have ever felt, in tokyo.
The earth is breaking, one of them said.
These quite old buildings are still standing and should feel proud of themselves.
