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Porlock, part 3

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When poetry really communicates, it is because of more than words. The idea gets attached. Ideas are eternal. Stylistics will not really plumb the mystery.
If words say it all, it isn’t worth reading.
Revision serves base purposes.
Art is ignoble. Creation is holy.
Communication is divine.

All articulation is interpretation,
is translation, is symbolic, is
metaphor, subverts communication.

The text is a dead thing.
Criticism is playing with offal.
But offal can teach.
Learning �" true learning �" is
communication �" despite intention.

True teachers overcome the handicap of mortal language.

Puns try to penetrate the word to see language’s soul. Poetry does, too. Fiction does, too.
The juggler’s balls are not sentient.
Most people are not sentient and their efforts are lifeless.

Life is ideas communicated from God.
Heaven is understanding.
Giving a man a fish is useless, but
Teaching a man to fish is to teach him the body is more important than the mind.

Nevertheless, the way to escape eludes us. Maybe because we sometimes onnly intend to invent a solution, expecting to force one, without hoping for it.

Planning, laboring is demeaning.
Aspirations are degrading.

Complaining is nearly the lowest.
The sensual world is fraudulent.
The devil lives in “I must.”
God cannot be explained.
Light is a confidence trick.
Darkness feels like truth, but it is only light.
Gain is dreadful.

High IQ only predicts worldly success. IQ yields no data of value.
Valuable isn’t.

Honesty is a lie. But trust is received communication, or at least the impression of it.
Gaining weight is adding to the burden of responsibility.

Duty to country or job is folly, but duty to friends all depends.

Nothing stinks like Instinct.

Factories manufacture misapprehensions.
Cooking can be more eloquent than a million paragraphs.
Bad grammar and spelling can be symptoms of sincerity.

Polish and editing are both falsification.
Refinement is a disguise.
Noticeable is too flashy.
Metaphor is a detour around standard language.
Simile places truth in between the lies of two expressions.
The voice is capable of more than words.
Speaking computers are less than useful.

To attempt is to fail.
To achieve your plan is to defeat God’s intention for you.
Most of God’s triumphs go undetected by our mortal senses.

Orgasm is a gimmick, is advertisment.
Kissing is better than words.
Body warmth says more than speech.
Violence is an attempt to burst the prison walls.
Suicide attempts to force a hole in the walls.
But it all fails. Because it is intended.
Being murdered is intended by others, thus futile.
Accidents fail, too; they focus, all, on irrelevancies.
Bodies are a symptom of the problem, but are never the solution.
Bodies are a symptom of the problem,
one of the parts, obvious enough for us to see.
But it is
misdirection.

The Great Grief, the highest purest ecstasy, is the same: God. The mystery of Truth.
Understanding is impossible to verify empirically.
We are still primitive enough to regret that.

Success is the most ironic of tragedies if it is but worthy.

Enlightenment probably usually goes unnoticed.

The sixth sense is God’s communion with us�"the only lasting one. And therefore, the last one.