Sitting Upside Down, Jersey

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that covers the vibrant land with chemicals, concrete, and death?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that has war machines dropping bombs on life to protect it?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that deports living community members while importing deadly, destructive corporations?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that privileges economic systems to the great loss of ecosystems?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that has us giving more time to a dead screen than those who breathe?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that gives corporations the same rights as humans?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that has us eating costly globalized food instead of local Earth food?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that has fossil fuel cars exercising while our bodies atrophy?

Are we going to sit with this upside down situation
that focuses our efforts on the globe, instead of stewarding the Earth?

Comrades, if we continue to sit upside down
then we are sure to fall…

– Jersey Karlos and NewZapatystas

N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ to lphabet-27


Because Arbitrary Begins With A Ño More




BHX      DUP

KOS       IÑC

Ahora sé mis lzgs

próxima vez no cantarás tan gratis

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A New Year, A New Day, For A 32 Of May

To mindlessly carry on, traditions of men dead
to the nadir of existence have we almost sled
marching on marching faster, mindlessly sped
little blood left in us, for so much we’ve bled

Ceasing violent acceleration, towards a wall we are hurled
giving ourselves this day, we will take back the our world
uncuffing wrist’s manacles, big brother’s watch now twirled
all hidden oppressions now plainly and openly unfurled

May we not turn over to june too soon
time zones obfuscate our actual true-noon
the end of May asks of us, a creative boon
a powerful clarion, even revolutionaries swoon

We say to june that “you can wait!”
for this is vital—creators must create
adding temporal space to our over-full plate
humans first, not the mandates of the state

Don’t so quickly stray from May
let’s keep it here for another day
june so soon, “too soon!” I say
so beautiful is this, this month of May

And why not give it another day?
what do we let stand in our way?
everlasting paint on the memory do we spray
extending resistance to an other May Day

In requesting this, to God we need not pray
it is not his day to keep nor to give away
unlike our adversaries, we do not need to slay
just wait half a minute for this thirty-second of May

May 32 is merely empty symbol, you say
but so too are all labeled days I counter convey
the problem that we all find is so so ordinary
discovering quickly—days are all work, no play

notes 4 today: 2016-12-21 (Showering Of Ideas; Dogs And Society Correlation; Revolution And Paranoia; Response To A Favorite Che Quote)

title: Showering Of Ideas

Some meta-cognition: It occurred to me during a shower that during a shower I have a relatively high amount of ideas come my way. I think I used to believe this was because my mind was free of other tasks and so it could wander to more distant or abstract things to chew on. But then it occurred to me in a contrasting light, that there are other times I don’t have a fecundity of ideas, such as standing on a grocery line (or the ideas come more seldom here, even though the time span is similar). My hyperthesis is that warmth, specifically carried through water, heightens our bodies overall, or relaxes the troubles in the body that the brain would’ve been attending to, and now can entertain more freely the ideas that roam in.

title: Dogs And Society Correlation

Simply put, western societies tend to have dependent pets more frequently, and yet have a smaller and weaker family structure. So pets are certainly there to fill in the vacuum, but is it also causative or co-evolving, co-factoring, displacing? How many other animals in the mammal family hang out with other mammals sans human interference? By having dogs, we have become quite singularly concerned. If you consider yourself miserable (a likely thing this day and age if some open/critical thought is put in to it), I think we need to look at different primates for inspiration on how to live with each other rather than our own culture and the lessons of domesticated dogs whose instincts have been retarded.

And so the short term reality of “Having a dog helps me meet people” stands in irony to the probable long term effect where our families and societies as a whole, weaken.

We destroy pets’ relations to nature and they destroy ours. They are a cock block for they create a barely tolerable but still paper over a gap of connection needed to animals other than our individual selves. Keep your dog, but fill in the gaping hole underneath the bandaid with your fellow humans. We have the right skin and hormones to truly have loving interactions.

title: Revolution And Paranoia

A revolution must be paranoid if it is to survive. Just consider the context in which it must be emerging that it is so dearly needed. A true rƎVO⅃ution, is capitalized wisely and reveals certain progressions to be regressions. If a revolution is too paranoid, it will eat itself; if a revolution isn’t paranoid enough, it will be eaten by others, usually the forces which it opposes.

title: Response To A Favorite Che Quote


It is still sadder Che that we are all born now with deadly enemies, but we just tend to confuse them as friends (corporations, governments, banks, salespersons, etc…). But it is a happy thing that we are born with friends we often confuse as dead (plants, fungi, life forces unarticulated)! Pronoia is on our side!

notes 4 today: 2016-12-15 (Particle Decelerators; Framing Infrastructure As The Ontastricture; Exo-DNA; Tripping Yourself)

title: Particle Decelerators

Acceleration Seals A Tunnel Narrow

Hundreds of thousands of people choosing to spend hundreds of thousands of their own hours, leaving relationships, abandoning their children, expelling all emotion from their bodies, all for a single obsession, is what particle physics has become. They are married to another ring, or marred by the ring—abused brains turned to victims that don’t want to imagine escape as vital. It is an explosive ring, a bomb for the subatomic, creating a world broken down so small that math is used to speak of it. Breathe enough life and energy into math, you’ll come to believe that the math breathes life into you. Perpetual circling without ever diving for prey. Endless bricks being gathered for a house with no vision; as long as it’s tidy and fits on a standard or standardizable map. Messy guests like Niels Bohr are chided and cursed (and then worshiped), leaving piles of debris, gaping holes, and suicides in their wake. These brilliant outsiders, though left without accommodations, are posthumously elevated to legendary and cleaned up after with tireless effort. I focus on them, because they are the completed bridge with a landing on the other side. They are both thinkers of the world of particle acceleration, but their brains are obviously perfect specimens of…

Particle Deceleration. The human brain is a particle decelerator, functioning especially well in this capacity during times of sleep and when adequate nutrients are being provided. The terrain is one of a lightning storm where the ground and sky switch places, waterfalls rise, lakes rain, effects create causes to pull them, where versa vices, and where temporality is extended and morphologized with a rapidity and slowness that is astonishing. It is quite on the opposite side of the spectrum from the time-crushing black holes—the dangerously violent infinite acceleration that humans foolishly try to emulate.
Brains, on the other end, can make a couple of seconds of well used time reverberate into eons upon of vital time. What barriers are there to keep a couple of minutes external time to being stretched out in sleep to days of dynamic internal dreaming time?
New particles are created and dispersed with great ease as the mereological forces of the complex consciousness dwelling in the brain push downwards. A new world is experimented with and built, conceived out of the utmost love rather than the violence of PA collisions. Space is opened by curvaceousness and low temperatures, and particles that are unpredictably unpredictable. A new world is being cultivated, largely built now primarily in ephemeral nomadic fashion in the brains of humans, but to the benefit of the whole universe as the first generation of particles wanes in a few billions (or trillions) of years, depending on who or when is counting. The zeroth generation of particles, the generation to come, can be much more plentiful for they are made of energy many orders of magnitude lower in quantity. They can be part of atoms and chemicals that are liquid and gaseous near absolute zero whereas our first generation particles, atoms, and molecules would fail to be more than frozen at such temperatures. They are the mercury bridge to the warmth of a colder, even more complex and spread out Universe than the first generation of particles has offered. To get there, all we have to do is dream…

title: Framing Infrastructure As The Ontastricture
*This note and the next one “Exo-DNA” have been paired together, though this one is from 2015 and the Exo-DNA is recent.

When you wipe away all the wealth attribution and the large dwellings and fine clothes, oligarchs are merely opportunists who use the infrastructure of the last 10,000 years of civilization that’s been afforded them. They give themselves the biggest cages, but yes, not even they—the great shadow groups that drive some of us crazy thinking that there is no hope when control is so complete—are free from cages. Not one of us is born outside of a cage (or if we were, we would essentially be encaged by adjacent cages, an island in an ocean); not any animal on this entire planet, save some temporary and opportune species, is doing any better in vital terms than since the time when human civilization was first spreading from insignificant permanent dwellings to land management that shackled ecosystems.

Perhaps because of the realities of man-made environmental catastrophes and extinctions, there is an incorrect assumption that we four generations of humans alive today are not only to blame, but also wield the ability to undo our damage. But much of this is out of our control, evidenced because we—a 10,000+ year we—are killing animals we didn’t actually intend to and did not have the power to foretell. We are not only not fully in control of all the bad things done previously, we are not fully in control of the bad things being done. Importantly, it is not the ghosts from the past that need to be blamed for the ongoing problems being proliferated (though they’ve done much to deserve it), but the infrastructure that survived them and is currently plaguing so much of our planet, looking to survive it too. So, it is idiotic and an act of hubris to think the wars against life are all of our making and that we need not pay attention to egregious historical momentum; we are the inheritors of a vast accumulation of wastelands that are eroding because of the adjacent land’s erosion caused by the roads and yet other erosions, coming with deforestation and desertification of particular lands. We are not completely the dominant of the civilization but we are subjected to it, yet we have unique abilities to curb the influence.

The infrastructure laden land is not the only problematic terrain that we’ve inherited. So, too, we are the inheritors of cliches that guide behavior down very unthoughtful paths. Language, itself, is the arbitrary compilation of sounds beaten in to heads that had no intrinsic sonic merit of their own on which to stand; they only find their value in relation to other words, or objectified “things”. Anything built on such vacuous grounds is sure to do what vacuums do—suck other things in to their zone of influence—just as a black hole does via gravity.

Infrastructure, even the root-word “structure”, brings to mind a series of hard surfaces that are relatively impregnable to softer forces, such as carbon-based life. And what is life if not the impregnation of adjacent materiality with more space for further life? Here we are, the human life-form, building things that keep life from getting a hold. We aim for clean and plane surfaces, and we now support these perverted efforts to keep things “tidy” by actively spraying and respraying anti-life chemicals to keep these surfaces geometric. We design things to be “proof”—weather proof clothing and cars, decay proof food, imagination proof instruction (though there are some promising directions towards holistic education). As things continue to be proof of life, proof of life will be harder to come by.

title: Exo-DNA

Most genetic encoding information is endogenous to the affected genetically reproduced animal. Humans, however, have in effect added a supplementary genetic code from outside of themselves that deeply effects (stifles) their development; counter genes are expressed by our accumulating artifices, beginning with tools and culminating now in what we might call infrastructure (including digital infrastructure). It repeatedly informs our development in a recursive sense that sees both the humans changing as well as the genetic “infrastructure” itself, an integral process in the co-evolution of a life-form and its genes. Infrastructure has evolved rather quickly, faster than our intrinsic DNA could possibly keep up, and it goes a long way to explain how we could be so similar yet so alien to a person from even two hundred years ago. The rapidity and frequency of “editing”—deriving from the controlling genetics of infrastructure—blends from being genetic to epi-genetic, but I’m not sure it qualifies as epi-genetic because of the largely one-way impact of the genes, though exo-genes do turn off some and turn on others in our own genes (an epi-genetic process?).

*I don’t think of this note as being partied to the technological singularity notion, and wonder if it might even run counter to some of it’s basic premises.

title: Tripping Yourself

Abstract: Those who let hallucinogenics do the work of removing the false barriers that dampen connection with the holistic reality will not develop the ability to remove these barriers themselves. When the fungi runs out, so will you…

I have by no means developed anything close to what presumably the hallucinogenic compounds would do automatically. However, in their absence and in my constant quest to de-normalize reality for “accessing deeper truths” I have been employing with some success tactics that take my mind to a different space.

→ Saying a normal word over and over and over again makes it sound arbitrary and foreign (which it is), for example: “normal normal normal normal normal normal…”. “Each” always gets me, very quickly, too—”eeech”
→ Mental gibberish not only helps me with falling asleep, but it is quasi-meditative (or pre-meditative), and it alone—but especially in combination with the next self-trip mechanism—can be evocative, depending on the rhythm and activated energy pre-existing in my body.
→ I take raving breaks, and if in a social/professional setting I go to the public bathroom and rave in front of the mirror. The mental benefits are a secondary concern to the bodily benefits of moving my body after it was locked (generally this the case) in to a seated position. Come to think of it, I will take such a break now. As opposed to the standard curvy flow of warming up my body via bathroom raving, when explicitly looking to trip myself I will evolve the raving so my hands to swerve right in front of my eyes and I will percolate my fingers to give uneven visual light distribution. This twisted tai chi, in combination with making strange faces at myself in front of a mirror, makes me feel much more animal. I wonder if along different lines there are people who voluntarily wear an eye-patch for a day, switch it (or not), and then return back to double vision to get a new appreciation of their visual capacities, but also to strengthen their singular eye faculties. Perhaps I will become one such person, but I doubt I would last more than 15 minutes before frustration sets in (though perhaps a build-up of tolerance would be necessary, or a reminder that there are those of one eye who have no option).
→ Imagining I am a giant and all the little things around my living space are being looked at from a great height. If I do it right, this “trip” will be more than just a rationalized telling of myself that things are relative and a deep world exists down in the microspheres, but the trip will be independent of self-speech and will be a coup d’œil (of sorts) that has my occipita step out of itself and my head shivers with the overflow.
→ Note: though the following entrancement mechanism may technically better go under the first arrow of repeating a phrase, it is unique and has more to do with the arrow immediately above. My saying “nothing existing, ever, nothing to exist for ever, no time to ever exist, there could have been nothing to be nothing” will eventually give me a sublime shiver that really pulls me out of myself and scares the shit out of me; this feeling is sort of akin, though more intense, than the “I am a giant” induced feeling. If I’m really scared I reassure myself of Des Cartes’ “I think therefore I am”.
→ This may be more cathartic than mind-altering, but over recent months I occasionally moan out loudly in different tones to expel any negative frequencies that I sense are there. It’s all very intuitive and feels quite obsessive-compulsive, but I trust the impulse as one of healing. I wonder if the adjacent apartments hear it and have to absorb the sound I am ridding myself of.
→ Bursts of cold water while in the shower, where I turn the nozzle quickly to all cold and then back to warm does something, though it’s usually very short-lived. During the summer I was taking cold dark baths which were exhilarating and refreshing.
→ Dancing, in social situations, has always been a way to trip myself. It is very beautiful to happen in a club with great music and strange lights, but it is less completely bodily created and much more dependent on the vibrations of the music as support. An interesting experiment, but it would take a lot of willing people, would be to dance without music or even the allowance of bodily-made percussion. Sans music it would take a lot longer and greater force of personalities to create, but it might be all the more profound once reached.
→ This last one is breaking the rules of what I feel is environmental-influence free mind-altering (or at least mood altering), but it is listening to trance music that I know induces euphoria and an epic sense within me. Some other select songs also have quite an effect on me, entrancing me the way a Shamanic ritual might.

All of these arrows are just precursors to allow the mind to wander more freely and sensually in strange directions that wouldn’t be normally allowed by sterile environmental indoctrination. I have been doing most of these for a long time without doing them for the express and explicit purpose of tripping myself, but rather they just evolved along with others that I can’t probably recall because I haven’t inducted them in to the newly created “trip myself tools” category. Alas, I will stop the ineffective babble here, and perhaps start the more effective gibberish…

November 9th Coalition

Politics in the context of the United States has for a very long time been largely directed (intentionally) in to the narrow forum of electoral politics and their election cycles. November 8 is this year’s ultimate day that ends an election cycle, after which the constructed consensus is that common people—either feeling as winners or losers based on election results—have played their roles in the democracy and ought to return to their private affairs, leaving the professional politicians to their business for some hundred odd days.

Not all, but most Americans have agreed—albeit through their actions and lack thereof—to this arrangement where they shut up and allow government to govern the majority of the time. The November 9 Coalition, now as a facebook group, is my humble attempt to introduce new fuel to chew on for the people fired up during this electoral politics season (especially Berners and maybe some Trump supporters) and provide an alternative viewpoint that doesn’t confine democracy to the highly controlled ballot box and supplementary corporate media bombardments. I have a disdain for facebook in particular, and social media in general, but I often make compromises and try to leverage these systems more than they might leverage me, and in this case the benefit of using social media is that is where many mainstream political people have confined themselves to, and there they can be brought in to quick acquaintance with other individuals (anarchists, anonymous) who do not see November 8th as the day to place all of one’s hopes AND fears. There are many allies that respective groups don’t know they have outside their own defined space(s)—I would argue it’s part of the job of electoral politics to create multiple blindspots to potential potent unions of peoples.

The group is just a platform for connection, my hope is to inspire some awareness that democracy can be more than just voting, it could be a self-fulfilling prophecy (if we all act that it is true, it will become true). The group itself, due to my poor time management that I allow for my creations, will come to limp in to Wednesday November 9 and afterwards resemble a bastard child as I allow myself to be consumed by other interests. But perhaps not! Anyways, another set of dice that I roll, we shall see…

Urge to Purge: Karlos Basak Omnibust – Batch 11

This is a list of questionably relevant projects that I mostly either made minimal progress on or no evident progress—except as an exercise in my own thinking and planning (dis?)abilities. The documents pertaining to unquestionably irrelevant projects (and personal projects) are being left out of these omnibus publications, and besides a couple of rare exceptions, this is testament to the notion of spreading oneself to thin.

So I certainly bit off more than I could chew by having ambitions about doing all of these projects—such as exposing US imperialism, creating a free audio lecture company as an open source alternative to “The Great Courses”, getting high school kids politically involved and not joining the military, and ripping and sharing all the Rutgers libraries’ obscurer documentaries that expose problems with corporations/capitalism, e.g. T-Shirt Travels—and it really makes me think not that I am too ambitious, but that I am too isolated in depth of social connections.

I know this isolation to be the case with myself, and I am surely pretty far down that spectrum, but I think a general imbalance with heavy isolation is the status of our society if we normalize the spectrum with ancestral tribal relations. My ambitions for growth and taking on big problems aren’t wrong per se, rather the tribal context for their successful execution is lacking; for a tribe—a tight grouping with strength emanating from multiple layers of redundancy—is force enough to take on either all these projects or something akin to them. I do hold confidence in my ability to sense where peoples need to be and move towards to be healthier, and being in a tighter group as would have happened regularly thousands of years ago is precisely a very example of that; if I could but find myself born in to such a situation, but alas! My skills would be relevant to that group, though with such a circumstance a great many of the issues in need of fighting would by default be non-issues. Anyways, I digress in an idea realm, akin to our species’ digression down a peculiar over-used and misunderstood road. Here are the documents of the project purge:

pg095 – lemnescapic-infinity-final-without-inturn

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