Grant for a moment that experience precedes essence. Go ahead, risk your eternal soul and embrace the word poesy, it meant let it be, from the Greek for Creative which morphed into the English for Posey, which are hospital bed restraints, and the word Posy, a rural flower arrangement as well as an early version for the modern word Poetry. The secret is to permit the idea to become manifest by Being in the World, a Dasein. The Beaky Cap, like the piccadill, could follow a long tradition. In the same way that a piccadill collar gave it's name to Piccadilly Circus in London England. Beaky Cap could one day be the name of a prophylactic in Down Town Washington DC.
The Beaky Cap Nightmare
I've never trusted them. For the fortunate few who might not know what they are, I see them as statements for the mildly retarded. Time to stand up against them
Promethean Gap
Prometheus pissed off Zeus because Prometheus liked us people in the same way that some people like dogs or kittens. He gave us fire and a lot of encouragement. Zeus, like so many godlike entities, wasn't that fond of us. He had a basic belief that we were dangerous, best not to encourage us, better to beat the crap out of us occasionally. The Promethean Gap was an idea explored in a book by Gunther Anders, Hannah Arendt's first husband, called The Outdatedness of Human Beings, or the Antiqueness of Human Beings. It was an understanding of how dwarfed and insufficient, how inadequate we'd become by the gap between us and technology.
Spectacle
OK Kens and Barbies the makeup is showing. I can't do pictures, I can't affect the course, direction and patterns within the ox-like thought processes absorbing our regional thinkers, but I can risk a confrontation with masked men and a trip to a holding center were the law will not apply, by remembering one or other member of The Situationist International. How might I do this? I am tempted to offer tribute to those quarreling and yet more worthy men and women of the International by forcing a spectacle at the next Second Thursday in the Month meeting. How might I do this? I could stand on a table undress suggestively to a recording of the Screen Gemz rendering of their song Doot Doot at the Hamburg Reeperbahn Festivalor or was it a very late night at Astra-Stube in 1980 something or 1978. As I stand there displayed naked in the fully air-conditioned and windowless meeting hall, and as the last Doot ranges around the room I will declare "Ecce Homo" as a salute to Nietzsche and a tribute to the honesty of both Jesus and Faust. Of course I'd need help to get onto the table and a two hundred thousand word handout to carefully explain my purpose in a poetic rather than rational form
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