Red Letters: Sorting Out Memories


I’m going to sit right down and write myself a letter –

and make believe it came from You,…………

Aides and volunteers on Donald Trump’s presidential transition were instructed Thursday to save any records related to “several pending investigations into potential attempts by Russia interests to influence the 2016 election,” according to a memo obtained by POLITICO.


I’m Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter

(music by Fred E. Ahlert and lyrics by Joe Young)

Vocals – Boswell Sisters

60302-A, Decca 671B 1/6/1936



“emails, voicemails, text messages, instant messages, social media posts, Word or WordPerfect documents, spreadsheets, databases, telephone logs, audio recordings, videos, photographs or images, information contained on desktops, laptops, tablet computers, smartphones or other portable devices, calendar records and diary data.

“failure to follow these protocols could result in criminal or civil penalties, and could form the basis of legal claims, legal presumptions, or jury instructions relating to spoliation of evidence.” 

I’m gonna sit right down and write myself a letter

And make believe it came from you

I’m gonna write words, oh, so sweet

They’re gonna knock me off my feet

Kisses on the bottom

I’ll be glad I’ve got ’em……………



Lachrymose Political Leeks



Lachrymose Political Leeks

makes him tweet –

so sad.



things Fall A-Part;

The Sent’re can Knot hold;

so Very SAD !


The BEST ! The lack – All Conviction ?

WOW just Media Talk again – Look who is winning.

so very sad



Just posted this Asemic Message – how very true.


Messages really Huge –

The falcon gyre is great, but needs to bring down cost, the worst.



Watch this video by Yates & O. Bedlamb – full of passion, really hot.

Ireland is a beautiful country -great golf resort !


News Flake’s  Lachrymose tweets,

huge tears for counterfactual events –

Sad Cold Truths  accumulate like snow.




The Cyber is Hacked !


The Cyber is Hacked !

The Inter-web Highway is surfed out –

literally, but in a figurative sense.



Here external-web is intra-webbed me-text,

for designation of high risk, high threat posts.

The security aspect of cyber is very, very tough –

And maybe, it’s hardly doable/dough-able.




Briefing Intelligence Briefly


Do-able Dew-enable 0 Parse  Text-being 

2Too Ballet, The Metaphorical Euphemist,

Q3 in a line – 

Protecting the integrity of internal investigations.

Tweet at 



        6U  …..




Wired for Truth – Post Lies

on the line between  meaning –

see real metaphors. 


interconnected –

how isolated  we are –


in The Cloud, wisps of voices

evaporate into airs.





Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.

Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their last fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.

Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days, my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts, for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.

Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to contemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world’s despite.



Flow, my tears, (1596)

  – an “ayre” (lute song)

composed by John Dowland.

Note: Hyper-linked words and lines will open in separate tabs.  – explore & be entertained by curious links & sources.

18th November 2016, London – Allegory

This is part of the incredible visual conversation between two bloggers,  Ashley Scarlett  ( Sydney Australia ) and Richard Guest ( London England ). Using  the implied space of photography and a blog, they have created a new Mass Media form to explore meaning, communication and culture.

Source: 18th November 2016, London | Between Scarlett & Guest


My response to the above imagea short allegorical faerie tale composed in the form of a haibun.


I talked about ancient ones to an old man at the end of his pain.

Not only the young people in an anxious dance is what I perceive here; I will gather up the tea of sorrow and read the leaves.

The thin grey dragon of fear slinked through the poisoned air, as the Great Orange Mouth proclaimed the huge Wall of Ignorance and Shame –

torn despair hangs high

above freedom, littering –

broken hearts and minds.

Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock

Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock


Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock 2


Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock 3


Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock  4

Observed Encounter Between Water & Rock  4b


As we observe and then capture our observations in the form of images, we construct reality that reshapes our experiences and memories.  We share these reconstructions with others through a variety of Social Media or converting our images into printed documents. Are the printed documents  just an older more formal type of Social Media ? Let me take out that Family Album and Aunt Pauline’s Scrapbook and we will observe memories pasted on paper.  Or are they hung on wall at the end of the hall, waiting to be ignored or cleaned of the dust of indifference ? Has the hallway become a Social Media device for storing memories & experiences ?

Perhaps the wall is more grandiose, all stark-white full of contemporary emptiness where that Smart Urban Crowd carrying wineglasses gather experience the latest images and shaping their shared memories into insightful critiques of knowing wit. The wineglasses, white wall and thoughtful lighting become a Social Medium or a well constructed  marketing display like the bright lively fruit and vegetables at the local grocers.


Observe the encounter between water and rocks and consider what has been framed . As you observe, note that you have become part of the context. The viewer themselves carry the memory, the information that was constructed out of the experience of viewing. The viewer, now a medium, modifies the information. The message is the medium – device, environment, audience.


One last observation to be noted. Consider again the first image and compare it to the third.  In the moment of taking the photograph, another slipped in gaze and was captured gazing at the encounter. You may spot the creature framed by happenstance and action and oblivious photo-bombing the first scene. The constructed reality blends him into the abstracted environment. The first image captured the event of observation. The image is both concrete and abstract in the information it conveys.