Noë's Reindeer speaks

THIS POEM was dealt up by my Warrior Brother Ken Iverson one fine July day. Seems a fitting way to cap the thread on being, doing and nothingness.

I’ll just sit with these thoughts for a while.


POWERFUL WORDS ABOUT SILENCE

Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.

But silence is impossible.

Silence screams.

Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act.

Let who you are ring out & resonate in every word & deed.

Yes, become who you are.

There is no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility.

What you do is who you are.

You are your own comeuppance.

You become your own message.

You are the message.



In the Spirit of Crazy Horse

Leonard Peltier




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Noë's Reindeer speaks
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Infrared Palm Silhouette

Infrared Palm Silhouette
Originally uploaded by *Hiro

A Visual Calculus for Living.


I have to say, the idea of blogging had no appeal to me unless there was some sort of visual orientation in the mix. More than some. It seems to me the digital playground afforded by this alchemical medium is set up best for mixed media. That is, the full onslaught of impulses -- graphic, aural, sensory in every way.

So I thought I'll pre-blog this blog entry with the following exegesis in a semiotic way to turn it up, slap it down and scratch that metaphorical turntable that is my keyboard as I sit here at my desk flipping through my favorite digital toy, the flickr photo ossessionista social network where such creative souls as Hiro (http://www.flickr.com/people/hiro_oshima/) of New York, my home town, hang out.

Now this picture gets me ruminating on another hot phenomenon that has something to do with palm trees. Specifically, the guru of mu Ubu, the poobah of the New American Novel Megillah, William Faulkner. Even more specifically, his genre-shattering Wild Palms, a first-edition copy in "near fine" shape in a "near fine jacket." Notwithstanding "a little soiling to the upper cover and some light wear to the top lower corner" the book is a nice copy in a First Edition and is rated Fine/Fine. It'll set you back a mere $1,700 in this hallowed spot: http://www.biblio.com/books/66393583.html.

Or you could go to the library, use their free bandwith as you're reading their copy of this literary bible and go to interesting sites like this blog and my more tech-talk-oriented one at http://www.doctornoemedia.com.

Cheers,
| Noë Gold | noe@doctornoemedia.com |


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Loving The Spin I'm In

Loving The Spin I'm In
Originally uploaded by andyi

This is from my flickr buddy Andy Ihnatko, who continues to astound me. I'm not sure if his entire text gets blogged to my site when I click 'blog this,' so here is his caption for the photo of the older woman with the batons. It inspired me, and I hope it inspires you:


Here's a good opportunity to muse on the subject of the Freak Flag. This woman is flying hers gloriously and proudly...as she should.

(Oh, and she was a really good baton-twirler, too.)

A Freak Flag is a treasured item and comes with a certain responsibility. Whoever gave you yours trusted you not to simply fold it carefully and toss it in a drawer. Nope, a Freak Flag is meant to be flown high and flown hard.

Not everyone is blessed with one. A Freak Flag is a source of joy that's uniquely yours. For some, it's going to conventions dressed up as Boba Fett. Others hang enough Christmas lights on their house every year to trick animals into emerging from hibernation early. Maybe last month you read something in the morning paper and then, pausing only long enough to claim a personal day, you drove 180 miles to get your picture taken with a life-sized butter sculpture of Elvis. It could be something as simple as a pair of green plaid pants that you adore, and which you wear any time you think you can get away with it.

By celebrating your personal joy, you add to the whole of the Universe.

If people are going to laugh...hell, let 'em. You're not doing this to win other people's approval, and laughter is valuable at nearly any cost. Plus, if the sight of your Freak Flag inspires just one bystander to do something he thought of a few years ago but immediately dismissed as silly, then clearly, the gods chose well when they put one in your hands.

I heartily salute this woman. If it's been many years since you left your teens and your swimmer's physique behind and yet you're still twirling batons, then it's clearly not just something you do as an after-school hobby. It's part of who you are, as permanent and documentary as a tattoo. And it's a gesture of great generosity to share that sort of joy with thousands of strangers.

A Freak Flag that's never flown is like a toy that's kept in the package, a song that's unsung, or a great movie that burns up before anyone thinks to transfer it from its original nitrate stock.
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dvsjr Pro User says:

Amen.
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jimery Pro User says:

After chuckling out loud, I had to pass the laptop around the room for all to see. That is certainly a good'n.
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Doctor Noe says:

Andy, it is a joy and a pleasure to be your contact. I hope you are collecting all this shit and putting it in a book. Because it's too good to waste.

Hendrix is mah man!

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You need a little bit of Goophilosophy once in a while.

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Disneyland is cool

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On the Paramount lot. Can you see the Hollywood sign?

Noe Gold aka Middle Walter

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In my bluesman alter ego, Middle Walter, I have performed with/for various and sundry, including Joe Satriani, Paul Butterfield and Van Morrison.