Panic: A Golden Bough in Arcadia. Our work release Hercules.

 

 


 

 Social Problems ...

 

We've  knocked on doors of Pythagorean almost Platonic "triples," 

 

Sex, Drugs (Trips) and Rock (and Roll).

 

And before it, Love, Romances of Long Ago and Far Away, Liszt and Paganini, a devilish virtuous virile fiddler (i.e., Romantic Music.)

 

And before that, the Renaissance.

 

What?  A social problem?

 

It was ...

 

But it was a great awakening, a great rebirth! Yes?

 

Awakening, it was ...  "woke" in the parlance, jargon, "discourse." It was a dream within a dream within a dream that it was a wakening into a memory of a Past.

... 

 A Past.

 

... it was a long ago, a far away in the past, an Eden. With it's own Obama, if you will. Who was "buying a Stairway to Heaven," a nibbler, shomping, deciding, to take, to taste, the first bite.

 

He was an eater of the Ouroboros. A strange fruit, but not the kind you might think.

 

He could see in Kansas, what's the matter with Kansas?

 

What's the Matter With Kansas?

 

... He was of an Eve, a Dorothy.  A Theodore, a trusting Soul. And when the sleep of unreason was over, he woke, "woke" up in Oz !!

 

A strange fruit was strange because because because ... it was an "Orange Ouroboros,"

 

 It was a Clockwork "Orange" we had decided to call "blue."

 


 

The nibbler at the forbidden fruit was seeing himself in the mirror as an eater of the "other side."

 

 

                                              Stymphalian Jungle

 

 Chicago.

 

Slavoj  Žižek with not any standing at all (he set it in a "New York" jungle, it was set in Chicago.

 

Obama was our Hercules, our Work Release Hercules. 

 

Only he was "color blind." 

 

 Or if not Eve, "eating" the Forbidden Ouroboros Fruit, 

 

He was Theodora, Dorothea waking up in Oz:

 

Pandora lived in Tempe, a Phoenix suburb, She was "Native American."

 

Or she lived "in Arcadia," in Renaissance myths, and she was Obama, opening up the Can of Worms.

 

The Worms Diet. 

 

Only a "symbolic" cannibalism in the jovial new age affirmatory telling of it.

 

Exploration, Spices, and Renaissance (mannerist) Music.

 

This is our Platonic Treble.

 

Our Pythagorean Triple. 

 

And the cure? For this social ill?

 

 


 

Now fast forward, to our latest triple trouble:

 

Gender, Hormones, and we have settled on Punk on steroids (hormones?).

 

And the solution?

 

Panic !!!  

 

Hoag's Panic Picnic. 

 

There are it is said moods "of limited transposition."

 

People are saying ...  

 

                                                         A fascist icon.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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