in a discussion of the teleiologucal underpinnings of some random modern music,
the author was made aware of these lyrics, to wit:


"Hello Operator" is an exceptional example:

"Hello Operator
I would like to place a call"

thus there is a conceit of a siloloquy to a telecommunications service employee expressing the hope of personal connection thru a cosmos of blind indifference and utter connectivity.
since the late 90's such conceits are anachorisms, and the author of the lyric, to have substance, may be assessed as homaging previous authors of this conceit, or of manipulating search engine rankings to have a lyric conflatable with those of jim croce and chuck berry, since the direct experience of "dial 0 for operatot" is scarcely available to him as a personal reference.

first, one can examine croce's siloloquy on internalising loss:



Operator, oh could you help me place this call
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She�s livin� in l.a.
With my best old ex-friend ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

Isn�t that the way they say it goes
But let�s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I�m fine and to show
I�ve overcome the blow
I�ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
But that�s not the way it feels.

croce meditates on the difference betwen knowledge and Wisdom-- the internalising of a Message. a direct parallel concerns adultery as the force of seperation, and croce witnesses to twice the level of betrayal notd by bazan: the infidelity of the friend as "lover" and the infidelity of the friend as "friend." how does croce weigh the betrayal?
:"There�s no one there I really wanted to talk to"--image adjustment, redefinition. he finds kindness--the act of kinship--with the system operator, thus is prayerful, since all acts of faith are acknowledgement of the System Operator DEsiring good for humanity.
what is his revenge? "living well":
;"I�ve overcome the blow
I�ve learned to take it well"
this is the revenge he seeks on those who have betrayed him: to connect with that which is DEsired for him by his Creator.
has he achieved it? he does not think so, "that�s not the way it feels"--and yet, on this plane of existence he has, by askling the operator "to forget about this call."

one reaches further back to berry's essay:
"Long distance information give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party that tried to get in touch with me
She could not leave a number but I know who placed the call
'cause my uncle took a message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me information get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd call me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on the ridge
Just a half-a-mile from the Mississippi bridge

Last time I saw Marie she was wavin' me goodbye
With "hurry home" drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
But we were pulled apart because her Mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee

Help me information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee

this can be dated, from internal evidence to the early 50's when there was one highway bridge between memphis and arkansas, near the railroad bridge, and the high ground was occupied by the former slave class who hd become domestics and migrant farm workers.

berry's sense of loss is driven by the knowledge that "all is not lost"--the loved one thinks of him, but cannot connect.
the loved one is the future? the loved one is innocence? the loved one is the ongoingness of the Promise?
who is marie? probably not someone to be murdered as an act of self idolatry, possibly a type of the virgin mary, mediator to the Eternality of Love.

maloy's revenge is a bit different. he seeks to create a situtation where the loved one has no access to love, but only to the internal narrative of malloy's self-indulgence and self-empowering decider of justice.
one asks, wh has the right to say, "You should not have been unfaithful
You should not have ever f*cked with me"?
the Author of leviticus, according to the Author of levitus, Who Names Himself "Jealous" and "War". is this a transferrble right? not according to the Author.
in leviticus, the "operator", Moses, insists on taking the blame if the system breaks down.
in croce's conceit, the operator expresses eternal kinship, and is given the 10th part (you can keep the dime).
in berry's, there is only the eternal quest as purpose; to be washed in the "hurry home" drops and be born again.

self indulgence and the claim to be, if not to sit at the Right Hand, but at least be before the Voices shouting Holy can be seen in bazan:
:"but if all that's left is duty, I'm falling on my sword
at least then, I would not serve an unseen distant lord"
strikes the author as an amusingly posed version of "if You don;t show Yrself, to me, i'll hold my breath and turn blue and passout, and then U'll be sorry." which, by self-evidence demonstrates the author's utter ignorance of "duty" as a response to granted rights.
:"I hope that I'm passing, cause I'm losing steam
but I still want to trust you"
perhaps it is bazan thinking he is the Source of the steam that is causing the shortage.

have you tried the isound versions yet???
why not.
serpent wisdom. more accurate than a mayan calendar. more spiritual than a homemade shaman. more real than a biker bar.

i hope everyone enjoyed the appearance on kentucky homefront.
wfpk aired the show this last week.
if you didn't get to hear it, call wfpk and ask for more airplay for serpent wisdom.
to get the sound, and buy the music, you can goto ear xstacy...of course..and also underground sounds, both in the highlands.

as Louisville celebrates the Kentucky Derby by having a cd release party for the
new Serpent Wisdom album, "Me, I Dream" it might be nice to ask dream of....?
here's a Bible verse that we might wish to remember
1 Corinthians, Paul of course offers 13:11--"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." A chapter later, he offers this (14:20): Brethren, be not children in understanding: howbeit in malice be ye children, but in understanding be men."

Be wise as serpents, harmless as doves. Be mature in understanding. Have courage. Dare to know, and dare to act accordingly.
Dare to Act? yeah... like "the first air devil meeting the first earth angel in ancent early america" --"the Good Life"

here's an excerpt from a discussion about the interconnectedness ad the building of the new highway from elsewhere that might give a clue about why we need the chance to gain some happiness as we learn to dance with one another, one great snake dance reaching across the horison:
(this discussion started about the reality of the need to be inclusive, then went weird when somebody decided to set standards for who could be included. it' between a sculptor who also works with "at risk" teens in australia, and a pirate cruising along the banks of the ohio.)

Fire- “oz doesn;t show up on my daily weather report but hope the extinction of the polar bears ( obviously a plot funded by paul mccartney) isn;t cuasing too much brshfire.’ Hi ….Weather report is- Total Fire Ban, no naked flame outdoors, no tractors, chainsaws, lawnmowers or angle grinders to be used. Much of the State of Victoria has been ablaze since before Christmas. Bushfire raged out of the 1500 hectare Framlingham forest heading our way about a week ago. ‘Crownfire’- firestorm burning through the tops of trees with sound and speed of freight train. Came within 700 yards of us….ember attack all night…..shat my pants ;-) We/family/all are alive….which makes us “well and prosperous” ;-) (Saw, once more, the ‘true community’ that arises in disaster. Still longing to see it facilitated in the world ) Fire- ”it was interestin to watch relatively southern texas be closed for a day due to ice.” Texas? That tiny little State that would fit twice over into Western Australia? Close it down permanently…….it will never amount to anything. ;-) Seriously…ice huh!?....and here’s us facing the worst drought in history. Wild weather. Gonna get worse. Oil wars will be nothing compared to water wars. ”there's a line from hg welles and many others about "doomed to repeat it" which u may be here in time to watch made more behavioruly concrete....:-)” Yup…..And a number of good thesis pointing to the environmental element in the collapse of empires/civilizations (Rome with a Nth African bread basket etc). It’s a good thing that some know that the ‘Farmer comes first’ and all live rural (in the “place of souls”) supporting the land and local produce….huh?......;-) Take care xyz... ” kid we all got it coming” Interesting theological speculation .....reference to original sin perhaps? ;-) I would have thought the trick (justice) would reside in the capacity to explain to the “kid” precisely/specifically how and why he has “got it coming” hmmmmmmmmm?

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	rod, hehehehhehe,i was actually thinking more about a scarecrow than the roman empire in the "repeat it" reference...:-) i've been in a crown fire a few times, but only on the 40-400 hectare scale. yeah. try having a 5 gal capacity squirt gun wit a range of 30 feet as self-defense, and a guy with a fire hoe for offense against one...:-) :"Still longing to see it facilitated in the world" a worldly peace, of the body and not the heart, the planet but not the spirit probly be achieved by the planet being forced into it. ur describng one of the forces. the nyt reported a few days ago ( i read them late, thoroly, and while waiting for sleep ..rarely sure o teh dates) that part of the "global warming" issues isthat the area around d.c., virginia etc got none of it for a long time, and usa wth that 3+ time zone thing thus senses things differently than england/france/germany/italy/spain where it's all one neighborhood. the pace of relatonships i such that last week there as a major train derlaiment about 50 miles from where i was, chemical fires, spills, toxins, yaydydaya..wind blowing from my direction. i heard about the derailment from a trckdriver 1900 miles away who called to see what i knew about it, since 36 hors later he needed to be there on hisway thru. next day i saw something on page 1 of newspaper. that night i was talking with a lovely chick born a couple miles from the fire who had heard about it from her mother who said, don't come visit this wekend, we're evacuated....again. if the wind had been blowing the other way, i woulda been drowned in useless information about how bad the smoke was, cancer, railroads, politics, tree-hugging, etc. --a concrete story aout how we all need to realise the Wind is blowing. at about 3 a.m. local time i was discussing the 1911 colt, and atlantis...was it thera, or was it a sub-continent. excellent video runnng mabe saying one or the other--sound drowned by the jukebox and left over poker players -- when it occurred to me there's no reason it isn't both... there is among the many, many subthreads of serpent wisdom, some of them fairly whacko, various vain imaginings left over from stories about times when civilisation got too far ahead of itself, going back a good 16,000 years. :"I would have thought the trick (justice) would reside in the capacity to explain to the �kid� precisely/specifically how and why he has �got it coming� hmmmmmmmmm? ---there's an easy answer: we don;t rise into grace thru our appeals to reason, logic, tradition, or havin read the "right" books. we fall into grace when we realise "it's in your spirit, that's where it matters." http://www.isound.com/serpent_wisdom

One of the more import ant song writers of the past few years was a texas boy named townes van zandt. his influence is not appreciated by all those who have heard music that first came into this world through his mind.
here's someone who gets some of the point. the minister of defense of a very tiny nation the sole industry of which is sorting packages to be delivered at the end of a River where the jumbalyia grows waiting for the harvest to be cooked, recently jumped some 200 pounds of walking wrong head insisting on aggressively pressing the idea that people need to spend their time thinking about bodies rather than worlds being in colission. in this pic, the minister of defense is at the tribute service to townes van zandt, at a table that later had a beer bottle smash itself, at that world capital where earth angels and air devils first met.
and where last night she displayed the swelling of the knuckle left from announcing to someone that the burden we carry doesn't need to be made heavier by those who can't think more than 5 inches away from their own tale.

here's
a story about the Story that connects all of us, one great snake dance, reacing all across the horizon, that the serpent wisdom people just put out.
in a world where the stars are falling, it is good to know that new stars are always made. and as carl sagan once mentioned...we are all star dust, waiting to happen, miracles.
using the power of linkage, we can find more ways for the world geting to know each other.
louisville music? not reallly. world beat too strong to need drums.
in a few hours, the head head-hunter at j&b dances will be looking at art from somebody wonderful, somebody new. who on random evenings is more than wonderful...is alive.
out of the vagaries of bellarmine u where staff can somehow think they can poach on the merton's trust there are also wonderful students, strong souls, and a few with the courage to know we come to find out who we are.

there's more...something higher to life than the good life, as good as it is.
there's a sense of something greater, going on all around us.

joining the list of what acn be seen on the unSeeable,
a song that aggravates me...cause i didn't write it....magnolia
and a comment by someone else visually.
these lyrics are about world history as it really is,
about someone beyond words (for me..tho others have ghosts of images)
and for a few friends, one of who is currently in west texas, thinking about worlds colliding.

"you are a star, hiding in the light of day.

u are where u are, you don;t have to stay.

come on into the night. the realm of your brightness.

you are poetry in flight.
you were made in Goddess' likeness--don' t you know?