As soon as you go into any biological process in any real detail, you discover it's open-ended in terms of what needs to be found out about it.
quote by Joshua Lederberg
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For me personally, The Organic Creative Process helped me to discover what kind of actor I want to be; but this is a process that goes beyond acting. It actually revealed to me what I want to do in my life and that I have to work hard to make it real.
Giovanni Morassutti in Foreword to Per scelta, per caso. Oltre l'Actors Studio by John Strasberg, published by Dino Audino editore (2016)
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For me personally, The Organic Creative Process helped me to discover what kind of actor I want to be; but this is a process that goes beyond acting. It actually revealed to me what I want to do in my life and that I have to work hard to make it real.
Giovanni Morassutti in Foreword to Per scelta, per caso. Oltre l'Actors Studio by John Strasberg, published by Dino Audino editore (2016) (2016)
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Mr. Me
Once a boy named mister me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet
So onward go and edward ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like mister me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of mister me and mister, make him glad
To swim the mister misty sea and cease the mister mystery
That mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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One Mindset In a Process
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
I wish to explore and participate,
In this creation.
One mindset.
One thought process I possess.
No deed I do done is for selfishness.
I have no wishes like this to persist.
I've been given gifts I am comfortable with.
You did not discover me.
You chanced upon one of my activities.
And hopefully pieces you bring connect.
For a one mindset...
In a process of thought together,
God possesses.
And 'this' is what has been discovered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are The Whos
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore.
And those locked in cells,
Watching cable on their flat screened TVs...
Can perform sighs of relief,
Knowing a empathy comes...
That has been slowly publicly released.
Millions of people incarcerated across the land,
Have been victimized by misunderstanding.
And taught behaviors...
That mysteriously got out of hand.
And because of a way of life,
Highlighted as advertised...
Who really knew,
That the marketing of these standards valued,
Would someday open up eyes!
Instead of leaving them shut...
As the implementation of such high moral intentions,
Were ignored just to hype...
While a diseasing mental illness,
Began to disturb and disrupt...
With deceit and accepted corruption!
Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Would actually awaken to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
And,
Now...
With a hint of self evaluation,
Peeking from behind once closed and padlocked doors...
Perhaps the process of ending delusion,
Has an opportunity to be introduced to truth.
A truth fools can longer afford to ignore
And those wounds inflicted upon your sensitive minds,
Will soon be released from confinement...
As an empathetic guilt,
Is beginning to be found by those blind...
And historically fantasized by their depictions,
Of a civilization so perfect in etiquette...
Could never find a way,
To socially realize!
A pattern disguised with pretensions and lies.
With the Who amongst the published 'Who Are The Whos',
Actually awakening to discover...
Those real 'Whos' are you?
I mean...
Who knew?
Did you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The scenarios of biological or chemical warfare painted in detail by the American media during the months after September 11 only betray the inability of the government to determine the magnitude of the danger.
quote by Jurgen Habermas
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The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind start vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into your life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately, the ones that reveal their true natures slowly, reluctantly, most often against your will.
quote by Ingrid Bengis
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Saturday
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked
And lost the story
Oh we promised them decisions
The mass of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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Who Can I Be Now? (1974)
Everybody's raised in blindness
Everbody know's it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbody's point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(Sombody real)
If it's all a fast creation
Putting on a face that's new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found Love
Can I be real
Can, can I
song performed by by David Bowie
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Who Can I Be Now
Everybodys raised in blindness
Everbody knows its true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbodys point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(sombody real)
If its all a fast creation
Putting on a face thats new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Can, can i
song performed by by David Bowie
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No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love
quote by Albert Einstein
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After the atomic bombs were dropped, the war ended and we went into Tokyo Bay with the rest of the fleet, the Missouri and the rest of them, while they signed the terms of surrender that ended the war.
quote by Barney Ross
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On My Own Terms
relating to you must be
on my own terms says the sun to the moon
we don't see each other
neither shall you expect me
to dance your night away
we know the terms of our existence
the closing and the opening
of doors
in such a manner
that when you open i close
what is there
or perhaps that for me to live
so must you die.
it is sad, indeed overwhelmingly
tragic,
nature's laws, our terms of engagement
darkness and light
life and death
you and i.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Real Thing
A mongoose can smile at a cobra
But that cobra will always be a snake
Diamante can shine like a diamond
But you know, like I know
That rock will be fake
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
You can xerox the mona lisa
Deadpan da vinci in every detail
Might beat customs on a home-made visa
But false papers
Only gets you in jail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Life wears a smile on its face
But it comes with a sting in its tail
Make believe fables have their place
But only a fool. only a fool
Believes fairy tales
I heard all the lies that they tell ya
phone me baby. the cheques in the mail
Well as fantasy. it may please ya
As the real thing
It does nothing but fail
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
Its the real thing
The real thing
Nothing but the real thing
Its real
song performed by by Abc
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This Is the Kind of Life
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
We are born to believe,
What is fed to us.
This 'feeding' is received...
And what is perceived,
We with others retrieve with like minds!
Preferring to find those of the same kind,
With like 'experiences' shared without fear!
And fear keeps us all indoctrinated to accept doubt!
Isn't that what marketing peace is about?
With the realization it will never be found...
As we rely on the production of conflict and confusion,
To always be identified!
Knowing that as well as we do.
And hoping this in our lives stays around!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
And is kept alive to thrive...
In comfort zones,
Until the day we die!
Leaving those who defy these 'truths'...
Spilling their guts out in confession booths.
Or squeezing themselves to sit in pews...
As they listen to hypocrites from pulpits preach,
To leech on minds already screwed and confused!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
Listening to teachings,
That 'demons' from hell have no wings...
Allowing to be demoralized on Sunday,
Learning more about the devil...
As we hear these 'disciples' sing!
And this is the kind of life,
We all have come to love!
We all interpret life,
On our own terms.
What is accepted...
Rejected and neglected,
Is a process that is taught.
This 'show and tell' conditioning,
Is learned and consciously sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thugs
everyone's got their breaking point
with me it's spiders and with you it's me
thugs in perpetuity
when we're excited little birds around the feeder
the cat's indifferent or he's just furious
it seems that he's never neither
I do the rolling you do the detail
I do the rolling you do the detail
hair bird plucks a hair from a sleeping dog
to build her nest she said I've looked around
and I like your hair the best
I do the rolling you do the detail
I do the rolling you do the detail
Ruby
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Day For Night
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0231 That Day
It's the day that everybody in the world remembers
because they can 't forget it:
The eighth day of the week;
the thirty-second day of the month;
the thirteenth month of the year;
The day that's not on the calendar,
Yet never off it in your mind;
The loneliest day of your life
which everyone shares;
The most unreal day
Yet most real;
The longest day
which hasn't ended yet;
The day whose hurt you want to forget
Yet want to remember in every detail
So that it can hurt more;
Yes, how can I forget -
it's the day you went away.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Terms In Which I Think Of Reality
Reality is a question
of realizing how real
the world is already.
Time is Eternity,
ultimate and immovable;
everyone's an angel.
It's Heaven's mystery
of changing perfection :
absolute Eternity
changes! Cars are always
going down the street,
lamps go off and on.
It's a great flat plain;
we can see everything
on top of a table.
Clams open on the table,
lambs are eaten by worms
on the plain. The motion
of change is beautiful,
as well as form called
in and out of being.
Next : to distinguish process
in its particularity with
an eye to the initiation
of gratifying new changes
desired in the real world.
Here we're overwhelmed
with such unpleasant detail
we dream again of Heaven.
For the world is a mountain
of shit : if it's going to
be moved at all, it's got
to be taken by handfuls.
Man lives like the unhappy
whore on River Street who
in her Eternity gets only
a couple of bucks and a lot
of snide remarks in return
for seeking physical love
the best way she knows how,
never really heard of a glad
job or joyous marriage or
a difference in the heart :
or thinks it isn't for her,
which is her worst misery.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Meantime
The purity in dreaming
The mean time as a quarantine
Suppose there is no difference
And phone sex is eternal love
The promise in our yearning
The mean time is a quarantine
And the body parts can mix
And you fail to make her hard
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Our dreams in holding patters
And the mean time is a quarantine
And i'm the one comparing
My having you tonight
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Caressing some other lover
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
In sexual positions
We never got to try and i
I see lovers in the swing door
Entangled, in space
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river ?
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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People who imagine themselves to be self-made seldom enjoy examining the process of manufacture in detail.
quote by Richard Russo
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