The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

This is the 734^th the fargo Kantrowitz’z literary campsite. Today I would like to talk about the “outer” world. The outer world is there for you to embrace, to enjoy, to love with, to seek out its solitudes. There is no way in there to embrace the outer world. It is only too much in there. We are all psychological beings. We are all monsters and writers and potheads and drunks and lost causes and you named it from Bukowski all on the way down to Jim E. Brown. We’re all sunk costs, too lates, also rans, verklempt (I’m trying to illustrate my time to the world, how I could consider verklempt a word to use to describe it, like I was a product, also, of the 90s. We called ourselves the Grunge Generation and, since a literati (f*ck yo(methemountainrange)and in the cutoff on the Boomer Sided which makes me a wise soul even if I could be sold to. Our generations didn’t die. We just matured and we can tell the younger people what to do: don’t follow the junk that you see going on on the internet. You have to think for yourself. You can do it. You’ve got good brains. Burt it is time to know that it wasn’t your fault when you were brainwashed by the internet. There are ways to do the internet and one of them is to use it for organizing fun things to do in the world, making it so that people get to know their neighbors, especially Americans right now since they have been so brainwashed by well-monied men and women who don’t necesarrily want the world to end, but don’t know how to stop it. The corporation must grow. Really? This man made entity, the corporation must always grow? Well, I beg to differ.

So, anyway, there are a few of us left old enough to remember when we didn’tall have to be our own James Bonds or Blaze. We are all in it together. We are all members of the human race. It is okay to not be manic if you are not manic. That shouldn’t kick you out of the humans club. You should be able to put other people first even as you provide for yourself for your company. Companies can be kind too.

So, the outer world. What to do when there is no outer world. How much “outer world” do you or people in general really want? How much? Don’t we all just want to go to the inner world and that is what the computer gords are all about, replacing human thought with synthetic thought even if it confuses us. No problem. Leave their domain. Let them nave it. Invent a new internet somewhere else that they would have to act decent at and not suck every penny from the populace and give none of it back, none of it, ever, except for the former wife of Bill Gates.

It is time that billionaires build funds that help communities and make them major makers and shakers of local economy, wny? You were just the collectors! You had your money spout out there catching all of the money from the talent of those who reached for the golden stars, the golden rings, hope, the stars and landing on the moon. You are the ones that matter, people, not the ones who catch all of the falling golden matter as it sifts through their internet machines. Smart boy. Good lad. Learned to catch all the money, but, but, but, you remove all the best gold for yourself. Sounds like a good plan, but you, for instance, need a yach that they will have to disassemble a bridge to remove from it’s alcove. I forget what they had to do. Amazon’s founder, I forget his name.

That’ doesn’t make me stupid, forgetting his name, maybe I just don’t want to say it and I have that right. Garrison Keillor said to find the words, just keep going and that is what I think that I have to do. I have to start thinking for myself again so I get my personality back, mingle and who knows, maybe I could put out a book and not have to sit in the existential aisle with Camus and Sartre and Bukowski and others, no, I could live for me, not like some cartoon character like Fargo Kantrowitz, he’s at the Literary Campsite, you see, always marketing: here at the fargo kantrowitz’z literary campsite, it’s the best in the land, bak bak bak!

Anyway, I’ll interview this mess later. I am trying to loosen up again towards expression since I have been away from the actual expression dealing with the outer world, wondering if the outer world is worth it, sitting with the existentialist philosophers in the bookstore and Steinbeck is there, and Campbell.

I like thinking about the angels too. Like Gabriel. Michael, some say, was the greatest of them all. My best friend from childhood, Mike Skurow, was named Michael. I think it helped him get through his life unscathed. His archangel was Michael. A very wise mother and father there.

I had a professor at myth school who I remember as David more so than his last name. I’m so weird. Miller. Famous mythologist from the east, He said about teaching “you just have to look at it, you don’t have to marry it” about esoteric subject matter, about things that American evangelical Christians find difficult to do, to have permission to study Hinduism and Buddhism and even Judaism, the angel stories are some of the best and !Moloch! Give me a break.

But still, the outer world. It doesn’t matter in the end if the poetry was worthwhile. True things don’t need a lot of words. We all have short words, short thoughts, finished things within us and if we call it poetry maybe we can break a mould among our peoples, let them know and manifest poetic thought, not showboat although that’s true too but art, real art and poetry and plays and the like, expression, the outer world. That’s my outer world as the owner of the Katherine gianaclis park for the arts in las vegas Nevada, who wants to do something called mouseion gianaclis, an arts club. The outer world. Takes me away from the inner world. Hiding out. Wanting to be alone.

So, I went and wrote a sign on another page so I’m back. This is the 932^nd the fklc as far as I know, never mind the prior number. Anyway, I wrote a sign: mouseion gianaclis, an arts club. Donate. Mouseiongianaclis.fracturedatlas.com , thekgpa.com.

That was it. The outer world over which I sit and sit and wait and wait and ponder and give up for weeks and months, sometimes years. I’ve had mouseion gianaclis in the old pouch for a eight years now. I have it down as a concept and now, suddenly, it is a part of the real world? Suppose so: mouseion gianaclis, an arts club. There you have it. The real world. Donate. Doesn’t get any realer than that. Welcome me back to the where, the somewhere, that going back inward is. Who knows? Maybe the real world is everything. Ah, people start to think that hedonism and pleasure at the greatest end all and be alls and they lose respect for themselves and make us all pay as they forget to cry on National Cry Day January 4^th every year. They all just need a good cry day because they bought into the notion that getting ahead in life is a game and anything goes, including make it so that other people feel pain and pressure on a daily level. They don’t care, they got theirs. Get yours, was the NBC motto during the Trump years historically and miraculously.

I think that the world needs to be good right now, it is simple, like Chief Joseph said, the truth is simple, doesn’t need a lot of words, but just think, what if you got so simple that you started again around the hemisphere, in another sort of cylindrical and spherical rotation. What world would you know again if you became a part of yourself, became a think for yourself person again, if steeped in American evangelical culture, then step off of the game show ride, it may feel like you’re going too fast, but sometimes you go too fast, there you go, one foot two foot three and stop, the ride is over. Burp, you saved the day. It is okay to stop doing something that may be harmful to others in its tracks. If your people are behaving badly, you don’t have to stand by idly. You can speak up, but even better, act up. Cultivate all of your talents and muster up a good smile and a hearty laugh and hint, mind you, hint if you must, that love is better than any of this old sort of being mean to our brothers and sisters thing no matter what the color of your skin, your sexual orientation or whether you like to wear a shoe on head, who cares! We all deserve to be dummies. Maybe then life will once again become a little more fun, like back in the day, back in the good old days. That all comes on insisting that your brothers and sisters are being nice to the “least of us.” At least that. At least that.