Glimpsing Beauty and Sublimity Amidst an Ever-Pervasive Background of Publicly Enforced Technological or Cultural, Harassment Averse, Self-Isolation

I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travelers I have spoken concerning them, describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who have heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden; or, Life in the Woods (1854).

EMILE DEWEAVER, "Profile"

You see me swagger to a stop

at the crosswalk, chin bobbing on

the currents of my playlist, and the Nike

Swoosh on my sleeveless says

I hold my shape after washing.

I look upstreet, presenting you

the question curving along my cheek.

What a nice man you’re thinking,

his Afro is nonthreatening

like a light bulb invented by Thomas Edison.

You’re having ideas, right? Weighing

myths and elongating for answers.

I’m walking your way, broad as day,

and you have to choose. Do

you relax your shoulders and step

into the street or clench your toes

and face your faith in the human

race: all men are created

sequals, every black

man is not a syllable.

---

...nor every man/ woman his/ her profile,

unless we all so genuinely pretend

So in the music video, we see two behaviourally different profiles of a young woman, one commuting/ blending into an "urban normie" profile version, the other at the beach, establishing a fitness/ beauty profile version.  Gone is authenticity.  Gone is sincerity.  All we see is the genuine pretending of her adapting her profile to suit second order observational positions of "profilicity" through the self-isolation technology of music and headphones, she dances, alone.  All opportunities for presenting a dance card to a like-minded individualist on a comparable derive, technologically foreclosed. 

Object-relations mediating the social.  Cultural-relations mediating the social.  Will human-relations ever restore or establish a new social without such intervening and foreclosing intermediaries?

Oh wait.  We have.  They're called "Digital Relations" and "Social Media" :(  New foreclosing intermediaries

Post-Punk

Mr Peeps

Salacious cat called Mr Peeps

who spent his hours fast asleep,

Would view his man with cool disdain

I guess one learns to live with pain.

His antics were a mite bizarre

He wore a suit and drove a car,

And rose when he was half asleep

then left the blankets in a heap.

The walk around the neighbourhood

would get him out and do him good,

A bowler hat was held aloft

and folk declared he was a toff.

It's said he would create a stir

his overcoat was classic fur,

With half-moon glasses on his nose,

he came up smelling like a rose.

- Tparry898

You are Now Entering Dyschronia...

Astrum. Closed city. Paradise.

[Music]

The nano machine collective, Kairos eliminates the population's dark thoughts during dreaming.

No crime is possible. But today, the founder of the city has been murdered. It's your duty, Supervisor HAL, to find the killer.

Explore your abilities as a variant. Use your memory dive manipulate the past...

[Music]

...and unveil the truth avoid the destruction of the last paradise of humanity. Bring the murderer to justice. But be careful, the past hides mysteries for a reason.

"Let's finish this. Shouldn't I be dead?"

[Music]

Dyskronia - Kronos alternate

MidSommar

Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (Act I, sc i); Excerpt:

THESEUS: Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace. Four happy days bring in
Another moon. But, O, methinks how slow
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires
Like to a stepdame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man’s revenue. 

HIPPOLYTA: Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities. 

THESEUS:  Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth.
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
[Philostrate exits.]
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword
And won thy love doing thee injuries,
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with reveling.

The Wheel of the Year (Wiki): 

Sometimes Ya Jes' Gotta DANCE!

I sometimes forget

that I was created for Joy.

My mind is too busy.

My Heart is too heavy

for me to remember

that I have been

called to dance

the Sacred dance of life.

I was created to smile

To Love

To be lifted up

And to lift others up.

O’ Sacred One

Untangle my feet

from all that ensnares.

Free my soul.

That we might

Dance

and that our dancing

might be contagious.

~Hafiz

Che Vuoi? What does the Other want from Me?

On Sincerity in the Age of Sincerity: Me, being what the Other expects me to be, and me genuinely accepting that identity for myself.  

In an Age of Authenticity, THAT (Sincerity) is "atavism", In an Age of Authenticity, I'm now being an Identity that I choose and want to be, irregardless of the Other's wishes, and practicing "sincerity" only in my close family relationships. 

And in our current Age of Profilicity, YOU must recognize MY curated Identity concept of my own Authenticity, and validate my curated Profile.  And I will genuinely pretend that an approving "General Peer" is my family.   And I try and see myself as being unquestioningly loved and accepted by them, Walter Mitty-esque like.

 

???

 

The Original Secret Life of Walter Mitty

The Insatiable Desire for One's "Identity" to be Affirmed by Others

The Pervert's Dilemma (Che Vuoi?), "This is what I AM for You!"  "Use Me!"  "Make Me Feel 'Authentic'!"