Jones being humble and Mike Tyson testifying

 or preaching

 or giving a lecture

 or eulogizing

 or giving commencement

  or something.

 "At 54 I found out I didn't know nothin' when I was champ.

   That was youth."

- Mike Tyson

sacred and profane

Reading about subjugation and how entertainment/sport has been a rare area of attainment for The Subjugated....

And thinking about how performance is viewed differently when it is for...religion..?

(Arguably another form of subjagation)

Sacred performance and profane performance.

I'm sure this came up in clown study, but it just occurred to me now.

Where is performance allowed to be entertainment and elevated at the same time? Sacred laughter? 

Difference between those connected to the Earth/a past vs the Secular?

Where is ALL performance, to some degree (or without degree) sacred?

Mike Mainieri - I've Seen It All

Soft Machine - (Black) Velvet Mountain

(Black) Velvet Mountain - Soft Machine from Steve Ruotolo on Vimeo.

guts.

 Last night I tried to finish watching a film that I started but stopped several times out of either flagging momentary interest or lack of regard for the attempt (one actor portraying multiple identical siblings). 

  I tried again last night (this morning) and got as far as a child twin being traumatically injured.

  (broken finger tip hanging by soft tissue)

  at that point I elected to stop watching.

  (and even coming up with a description just now churned some physiological response)

  Later I tried to watch again and, when a butcher knife came out because all of the siblings had to remain identical, I gave up for good...and had the strongest physical reaction of the evening - butterflyquesiness. 

  Interesting that the worst came from an idea, not the actual gore.

  then. today.

I went outside. Walker to the end of the driveway, I noticed something in the street. That something ended up being a cat killed by a vehicle.

I thought of calling Animal Control or the city to come dispose of the remains, but I decided to take it upon myself. My mother had left and I wanted it to be gone before she noticed.

So, I dug a hole, put on a disposable glove, removed the cat. It had happened very recently. There appeared to be no signs of other animals scavenging. It must have happened during the day because no other vehicle appeared to strike it.

 And while I felt something, it didn't really compare to what I felt watching the movie. I felt bad for the cat (this is the second time I have buried a young, black feline near our house). I felt revolted at the movie.

I don't know if I could have picked it up if I had seen it happen...

as stated elsewhere, something has changed. I never used to have such strong reactions...or maybe I just spent too much time avoiding disturbing things...but gore in films definitely never affected my this much before.

maybe it's my biological clock.

(shrug)