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A gentle "old soul", I have an insatiable curiosity, an unquenchable thirst for knowledge,and a passion for adventure and challenge and mind expansion. More than this, I have a vibrantly questing spirit.
Also, I am a gregarious, people-loving humorist, evoking laughs during ordinary...
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| Aug 13, 2009 [17:06] |
An Excerpt From MY Book, "Childhood's Rend: Memories of the Dog Star". Copyright 2006 By Jack Clifford. All Rights Reserved.
Excerpt Is From:
Prologue
"I never met my father. He was killed in a car wreck on a rainy road three months before I was born, driving from Chicago to Arkansas to see my mother. After that, my mother had to support us, so we lived with my grandparents while she went back to Louisiana to study nursing. I can still see her clearly tonight through the eyes of a three-year-old, kneeling at the railroad station and weeping as she put me back on the train to Arkansas with my grandmother." Bill Clinton, "New Covenant" Acceptance Speech, July 16, 1992.
Wee Billy Clinton On Railroad Tracks, Circa 1949, Hope, Arkansas
Little Billy Clinton, Trademark Hair And All, Missing His Mother, Circa 1949, Hope, Arkansas
Little Billy Searching For His Mama And His Hair On Railroad Tracks, Circa 1949, Hope, Arkansa
On the right swirled the second holographic image: The Other, a mere boy of three, standing---lost, alone, and abandoned as well--- on that desolate, wind-swept railroad track some forty miles southwest of Bug Tussle's hardscrabble DeCoq Hills at a hopeless place called No Hope, a plastic smile plastered on his face, waving bravely to his mother as the long, black train chugging and bellowing slowly receded off into the hazy distance on its way to some city called N'Orleans where she could complete her anesthesia training, understanding intellectually why she had to go (she had explained it to him), but intellectual understanding sometimes simply does not, cannot, span the vast schizoid chasm between the intellect and emotional need nor bridge the incalculable light-years between the brain and the heart,
Little Billy Clinton, Trademark Hair And All, Missing His Mother, Circa 1949, Hope, Arkansas
demanding impotently, furiously, fist raised and shaking at the merciless heavens, just as the Bug Tussle lad in the left hologram was doing, that God or the gods or someone or something or anyone answer the question "Why? Why must she abandon me?"--- only to have utter silence reverberate back at him from the empty heavens, standing there totally lost, lost in the true meaning of the word, lost as in utter isolation and aloneness and abandonment, his whole being reduced to the lowest common denominator: the primitive id crying out, wailing forth, flailing about without words mute and beyond coherence its primeval and primordial scream of despair and pain, a memory repressed so deeply that only on his deathbed would he permit himself to come out from that dark abyss where he had slunk off for safety, for survival,
Little Billy Searching For His Mama And His Hair On Railroad Tracks, Circa 1949, Hope, Arkansa
and on that night for the first time in over half a century he allowed himself once again to see that image: that image of the child he had been and in some part of him still was and would forever be, a child transfixed and crucified in time, wailing impotently on that desolate and lonely railroad track in incomprehensible pain and anguish, abandoned and lost, utterly alone.
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An Excerpt From MY Book, "Childhood's Rend: Memories of the Dog Star"
Copyright (c) 2006 by Jack Clifford. All Rights Reserved.
Excerpt Is From:
Pre-Prologue
A Minute Part Of The Vast Domain Of The Great Ruler Dog ("Praise His Exalted Name Forever!")
"So It Is/Was/Is To Be."
"So It Is/Was/Is To Be."
Pre-Prologue: Genesis 1:1-2
"In the beginning was the Word---" John 1:1.
Stardate: 00000000000000 (Cliff Note: Each Nano-Second?)
In a miniscule Void that was/is/will be non-time and non-space and non-being, in a remote and unknown and unknowable crevasse of non-space squeezed between and existing beyond two of the infinitude of universes that whirl about the quixotically creative mind of the Great Ruler DOG ("May His Name be praised forever!"), an infinitesimally minute singularity popped forth from the reverse side of a black hole, a bottomless pit, an abyss, from which nothing or no one, certainly not matter and not even light, ever escapes except via the will and the Word of the Creature ("May the Great Ruler DOG's Name be praised forever!") in whose mind the void and the void-less, the creation and the un-creation, darkness and light, nothing and everything, swirls and subsists, and in a flicker of what is/was/will be time a new universe banged forth, the incomprehensibly compressed matter exploding and bursting and expanding at incredible speed from this singular and unimaginably compressed speck of non-existence, rushing outward and away as per the Word and the mathematically ordered plan of cohesion ordained for this particular universe by the Great Ruler DOG ("Oh, Glory to His Name!").
"In the beginning was the Word---" John 1:1.
Stardate: 00000000000000 (Cliff Note: Each Nano-Second?)
In a miniscule Void that was/is/will be non-time and non-space and non-being, in a remote and unknown and unknowable crevasse of non-space squeezed between and existing beyond two of the infinitude of universes that whirl about the quixotically creative mind of the Great Ruler DOG ("May His Name be praised forever!"), an infinitesimally minute singularity popped forth from the reverse side of a black hole, a bottomless pit, an abyss, from which nothing or no one, certainly not matter and not even light, ever escapes except via the will and the Word of the Creature ("May the Great Ruler DOG's Name be praised forever!") in whose mind the void and the void-less, the creation and the un-creation, darkness and light, nothing and everything, swirls and subsists, and in a flicker of what is/was/will be time a new universe banged forth, the incomprehensibly compressed matter exploding and bursting and expanding at incredible speed from this singular and unimaginably compressed speck of non-existence, rushing outward and away as per the Word and the mathematically ordered plan of cohesion ordained for this particular universe by the Great Ruler DOG ("Oh, Glory to His Name!").
And the Being ("May the Great Ruler DOG's Name be praised forever!") belly-laughed with sheer delight and unadulterated joy as He contemplated all the soon-to-be sentient beings with whom He would populate the innumerable new-old, old-new worlds of this new and yet ageless and re-born time and place.
And He said to himself and then aloud to Susej, "Behold, it is good."
And so it was/is/will be.
And He said to himself and then aloud to Susej, "Behold, it is good."
And so it was/is/will be.
The Spiral Silky Way Galaxy As Seen From Earth (An Insignificant, Primitive Planet On The Galaxy's Remote Edge)
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An Excerpt From MY Book, "Childhood's Rend: Memories of the Dog Star"
Copyright (c) 2006 by Jack Clifford. All Rights Reserved.
Excerpt Is From:
FOREWORD
Battered Repository of Faded Dreams
So, come with me now as I share my multi-dimensional self with you. Suspend your doubts, harness your fears, and grab a box of tissues, for there is much sadness in the Bug Tussle of my memory, as indeed there is sadness in your own Bug Tussle which like mine is the universal Bug Tussle or at least what William Faulkner spoke of as "my own postage stamp" fraction of it, lying somewhere dormant and unexplored in, and certainly not excised from, the memories, the darkened recesses, of your mind,
Jilted Bride: Soon To Be An Old Maid Aunt
where you have locked it away as an old maid aunt locks her wedding dress, the one she wore at the altar so many years ago, when her love jilted her and ended her life, at least that life that could never be and never was, of which she continues to dream when she gives herself permission to lower the trap door, climb up the stairs, insert the key, raise the trunk lid, and lift out that now-faded and dusty garment that symbolizes all that she has ever known of love and dreams and hope and happiness and life itself.
"Hollow, Ancient Eyes" Preserve Memories
"Long ago now it must be, I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories, they're all thats left you."
Simon & Garfunkel's "Bookends".
Preserve your memories, they're all thats left you."
Simon & Garfunkel's "Bookends".
Waiting For Someone To Say, "Hello In There, Hello."
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
John Prine's, "Hello In There"
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
John Prine's, "Hello In There"
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| Aug 13, 2009 [09:43] |
ON YOUTUBE GEORGE NOORY SPEAKS OF "COLLAPSE OF THE WORLD ECONOMIC SYSTEM"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuTeZ9XlgyE
My friend, Skyblue101, http://skyblue101.stumbleupon.com/ , shared Noury's views with me.
9:47am → Reply
Yes, Jack, the time is now and we can answer the problems we now face if done in an honest and sincere manner. The question is, can we together be honest and sincere working as a team rather than each man for himself? As I said earlier, I'm an optimist and always hope for the best. Your points made about the world are well taken and all are true I agree. I worry for my children and the children of the world much more than for I worry for myself. It is going to be a much different future I'm afraid, and I just hope and pray that we do in fact have a future rather than destroying ourselves in world war.
Skyblue101
9:41am Skyblue101,
I am not so sure! Multiple world situations---economic distress, extreme food shortages, hunger (while we Americans stuff ourselves), droughts (in Australia and Africa), price hikes, mindless terrorism, American pre-emptive expansionism, and other stresses---seem out-of-control to me.
We, as Americans, have too long exploited the world and have not curbed our appetites for cheap oil and instant gratification. We, as a nation, have forgotten the old-fashioned values of "making do" and deferring gratification.
We have selfishly and unthinkingly mortgaged our children's futures for our transient, foolish pleasures, and we persist (to quote Kris Kristofferson) in "trading our tomorrows for today".
We do not remember how to "get by" (the meaning of the phrase, as is "making do", is unknown to younger generations)---as long as we have another credit card in our pockets offering instant cash.
We are hooked on our material excesses; we mainline extravagance while others suffer; figuratively, America is the "rich man" in Jesus' parable while the rest of the world, particularly the Third World, is the beggar seeking "crumbs" from the rich man's table.
Weaning ourselves from our consumptive addiction will not be easy; it will entail a tsunami-like jolt for most people.
By the same token, Rev. Jeremiah Wright "goddamns America", and in the media furor/feeding frenzy his essential point is lost, no, not lost, distorted and twisted: We as Americans have, to a great extent, damned ourselves. Leave God out of it, please! He gets far too much credit, and blame, for our own foibles and greed! THIS is what Rev. Wright meant to say and should have said!
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