ecdI, writtornello, do humbly declare that I have a brimming cup of research of no fuss but some fun can be hazardous. We all like that really,
Here is a self reference, I make words up! These are known in the business as neologisms. So I have a linguistic talent as a neologician - and one offers explanations. But it is not the Douglas Adams "meaning of liff" and that quaint comedic penguin book schtick. I am pointing at you and hear this - there is method in this presentation.
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Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass I sing the body electric Song of myself |
So, for example, when I think I have made a word up, usually brought around by mental crocodile wrestling, I bring how the fight was fought, how the way was won, as words below not just signification, or referentiality, but bustling flows, turbulence, ideas on the grassy river banks of sense - I envision Walt Whitman smoking a corn pipe and exhaling to the night sky as he manifested into a legion of proud Kentuckians, Southern coal-miners, River people, farming communities and telegraph systems. The stuff of legion is always swimming in these eddies and freshets, riding rapids and flows. Words mean nothing till explained, and Douglas Adams is one of those quaint comedic writers, an Arthur Dent of propriety and things are just not fair - granted, we made it that way. It bores me at times.
I, writtornello, will blow the horn -- jazperger's syndrome (first google reference prize), logostrophe (first google reference prize) I could just lay on my fat laurelly ass, my friends would like that, but you are my reader and not my friend. Your friends don't listen to me, as I don't read minds. This is Alice but bear with me - I am nobody's salesman, mofo, not even my own - my downfall ;)
Google Neologist - someone who makes neologism and brings life and not liff or Liffey - no crocodiles, gators or caimans in those waters. I can only say the Amazon Basin. It is our lives - the most humble universal statement I can make. I don't make them lightly so love to the reader.
As my intellectual bent has veered towards "smooth ecologies" - a statement that itself bears explanations and is also a "first google reference prize" I keep moving into smaller territories of delight - psychoclimatology, of which there is a fine abstract on the net - 2010. In the field of climatology there is a subset of study called tempestology - the study of storms. The Google Neologism of this month is psychotempestology - the effect of storms on the psyche. And another goof off google first. I eat these pussies for breakfast... Biometereology - to the point of space weather and wellbeing
Words mere words, HEAR me well. So much of psychology is psychocentric - the mental self as focus for the discipline. Flip it! We are weather systems and not psyches! Little havens of weather, internal climate states. To bring Jung and Reich, antipsychiatry and schizoanalysis into play somewhat, that we are all weather systems, our bodies at the cellular level at least being semipermeable, and thus what "sense" is, is the vibe in everyday language. If the semipermeability of cells and sub-atoms are axiomatic, I propose a climatological model of understanding bodies, as distinct from overly-strict medical models.
I am bold enough to imagine that at sub-cellular level, patterns of semipermeable exchange and of cellular behaviour are not only correlated to geo-magnetic forces or likely affected by such forces (RW Kay
Geomagnetic storms: association with incidence of depression as measured by hospital admission
The British Journal of Psychiatry 164: 403-
I maybe mad. But if I am, then these old people are the academic face of this rant. (1988)
Human biometeorology. A solid and factitious established medical science. Let me plant meteorology as the model and a re-evaluated biology and humanism (in the scientific, not ethico-political sense juuust yet) will follow.
Black clouds over heads, radiant woman, beaming smile, stormy relationships, warm soul, cloudy dispositions, art works, songs, Billie Holliday, a mist over his eyes lifted and smoking cigarettes is what it is, - the control of your own cloud systems, as I mean it.
The year 1737? Mon cule!!
"Smooth ecologies" ? Could be an overarching narrative to make sense and peace of my freshets and rushes, as I lie on the grass, loafing. As I bleat - personal ecologies, social ecologies, biomic ecologies (that is - The Industrialised Earth, we have no other, as humans we can have no other - productive critters we are). I won't get universal as I hate even flirting with that body of work. Transversality - respectful commonalities and differences respected and not obsessed over. Transversal also offers the appreciation of other forms of existence - I give an example here of deconstructing psychocentrism and using an unrelated scientific field as a model to juice new perspectives on all bodies. The strategy of this thought-piece is to take the body of work and examine it in a different model - to see what results I can get. I wonder what you get?
Semipermeable taxonomies lead to breathier, more open and wide vista ecologies - a big picture and no hermetic segments at the level of the particular. The taxonomies of ecologies as presented above I present to a becoming-dissolute, as to become semipermeable taxonomies of ecologies. And all that is solid melts in air... I was more seduced by Karl Marx's poetic form. It hasn't stopped.
To harp heavenly, Jung's transpersonal asserts that we are all one in the archetypal unconscious - i pose to him that we are all multiplicitous semipermeable weather systems and are already co-mingling. A poetics of science. Ficto-science, as distinct to science fiction, or alt science.
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