It’s Only Words!


By Edmund Dalpe, MFA., © 2018

ILL-0: PLF, (Programmed Life Forms). Dalpe © 2018

An epistemological satire from the Stone-Age to the present day characterized as a riposte to the one bad-guy that every creative type loves to hate, an academic (PLF)! When the dust finally settles, and all is said and done, academia is stripped down to its skivvies, language is restored to its rightful owners, art is reinstated to its socially germane status, and the earth once again spins true on its axis … Yup, that’s how the world works (see title).

A Silly Academic Story; 1, 2, 3:
The Horse Latitudes:
Trollin’, Over-Sharin’ an’ Scientific Methods:
A Back-Door to Your Tech:

A Silly Academic Story; 1, 2, 3:

From kindergarten to graduate school, every educator’s lecture I endured, the one thing they all professed, with the exception of a few I didn’t understand due to unusual oratory styles and mumbling, was that language’s spoken aspect holds meaning, and that it’s a consensual thing. You know, 3″ is not 9″ –standardization. Strangely, when it came to explaining its origin and authorship, their logic got real fuzzy, I mean down right spooky, which immediately moved my thinking to critical mode … pointy pencils up!

How was the beast born is usually the first order of business to an inquisitive mind. And what better way to answer that question than with one of the first examples of language from the Stone-Age, which BTW contradicts all three of the foundational canons in their silly story; 1) speech holds meaning, 2) it’s a consensual thing, and 3) spooky origins!

The cave at Altamira for example, among many of its other social accomplishments, is a detailed analysis of the galactic cycle; what we call a Great-Age (Dalpe, 2018). Yes, I just cited myself –deal with it! It’s what artists do, we tread new ground. As Paul Klee suggested, “Art does not reproduce the visible (that is, citations, peer reviews and what is known); rather, it makes visible” (Klee, circa 1900s). Nevertheless, I will also cite the Titans that created Atlamira with their visual communications from almost 40,000 years ago (illustration-1).

However, we are going to have to spend a bit of time in their domain, what we might call art. And as a picture is worth a thousand words PLFs should be able to handle it. Yet, to be on the safe-side, I added call-outs, exploded views, and diagrams to guide them in the right direction, so they don’t wander off into strange thinking, like bison worship and secret messages from the Stone-Age. (HINT: as there are more than a baker’s dozen bison, they had a damn good reason for illustrating each. Thus, what they were saying was metaphorically inferred between the bison (lines), as it were!)

ILL-1: Cave of Altamira, i.e., the Cave of Ages. 38,500 YBP. Dalpe © 2018

As those visual ideas from so long ago are understood today (if you can figure out what they were saying, beyond establishing a Great-Age), it proves language is not a consensual process, nor is it spoken. Because that’s how knowledge is passed down through the millenniums of time –visually; that’s its primary function. The spoken aspect of language is incidental, because it’s only a sonic symbol. It’s an expedient social system, that’s all. It allows us to walk and communicate at the same time, that is, to express something more intelligent than an emotional outburst. Strangely, there are some among us that still haven’t figured that out after millenniums.

My partner for example, has a propensity of stopping dead in her tracks whenever she has something to say; regardless of how great or small. I can’t explain it to her, because she would make us late, and I only think of it when we are on the run! Yup, that’s called a catch-22, and explains the lag in the tech. Hopefully, some day though …

For example, when I correct an academic on such matters, that is, the Visual-Thing, by their reaction, you would think that I stepped on their damn tail. They go through the initial stages of grief; shock, denial, and rage, quicker than one can fall off a log in Pookaville. The shock comes from being challenged. Their denial is in the form of a trick procedural question, “What word-smith ever, I wonda, can you cite to back-up ye claims? Nair-one I have ever heard of!” Which is really an authoritative statement posing as an innocent question . I mean come on. How does one challenge academia by citing an academic? Is it possible they can be that dumb? (I’m sorry, did I say that aloud?)

When their, “authoritative statement posing as a innocent question” doesn’t have the desired effect, that is, your’s truly walking away with my tail between my legs, they become unbalanced with rage. However, as they were also trained to be gracious when dialoguing, they begin to simmer, and it’s only a matter of time before they come to a full boil and blow a gasket. Usually their venting takes the form of calumny, like, “Did’ya know how unfeelin’ the Visual-Thing sounds to a blind person?” From which they build an elaborate character assassination theme, which is followed by the inevitable cabaret of removing their words from my mouth.

With absolute certainty, the one thing they will never do is address the issue, because their mind was trained in the Religious-Thing. And as I said, you don’t question religious beliefs. Hence, round and round we go, gen after gen. Nope, that’s not a catch-22. That’s the infamous tail chase. We run into the catch when we try to stop the merry go round. The only way to do that is to explain what language is. But to explain it to an academic, you have to go round and round. Hence the catch, (read the last few paragraphs again, again and again …). PLF logic is full of it, … uh, I mean them, conundrums that is.

What perplexes me is, did their mind-training make them that way, or were they always thus? Nope, that’s not a catch-22, that’s the chicken ‘n egg scenario. The difference between them is subtle in this particular case, because the scenario is wrapped in an enigma, that is, as everybody is trained, we will never know which came first. Hence, it’s a combo, a 22 chicken ‘n egg catch.

The Horse Latitudes:

So far, two of the three foundational canons in their silly story, 1) speech holds meaning, and 2) it’s a consensual thing, are now moot points! However cannon 3), spooky origins, although no longer creditable, let’s put that pooka out to pasture permanently.

As Cro-Magnon was no where on the European continent during the first 8 millenniums when Altamira was conceived and framed, and as there is no prior evidence of Cro-Meandering’s basic social developmental skills necessary to convey such complex ideas socially, they could not possibility have been its author. Nor could they have contributed in any meaningful way when they finally did arrive, excluding hand print graffiti, because that’s just monkey see monkey do without a clue.

I mean you need to learn how to crawl before you can walk, much less hit the ground running to socially develop a unified theory of the galactic cycle. Such a social feat demands untold generations of observations and recordings to be able to apperceive such a thing; not to even mention a self awareness of how the human mind naturally speaks so as to be able to visually communicate such complex theories socially across the ages (archetypes), both of which were established at Chauvet (Dalpe, 2018) … (yes, I know, I cited myself again, don’t dwell). And to be absolutely clear, by its author, I mean language itself. Because the Altamira cave is one of the earliest instances of the virtualization of the human mind of theoretical ideas expressed in a timeless social context.

Likewise, we can dismiss academia’s spooky story as to whom we give credit for its creation. That’s right, our Neanderthal brothers and sisters were/are the more intelligent of the two genus, which explains why sapiens don’t understand the mind-tech; it’s not theirs! It’s like installing Debian-9 in an old 486, which makes a sapiens’ mind go completely loopy, and has remained so for the last 40,000 years!

With such a keen eye for detail, and like the razor sharp instincts of Chief Inspector Clouseau of the Surete, instead of reading the dates written on the cave walls, … wait for it, introductory music please: (da dum, da dum– da dum, da dum, da dum– da dum, du-waaaa– da da duu zaaaa!) Cro-Academia sent legions of their brightest and best descending into the cave of Altamira with their magnifying glasses to analyze the calcium build up on the paint to determine the age of the so called art (SERP, 2012).

From such a farcical academic Shot in the Dark, the “massage” becomes clear, the academic mind is as chaotic as a bison worshiper’s. The latter sees things that are not there, while the former doesn’t see what is, which is not a surprise, because both blur the line between science and faith. As I said, they’re religious learners with a systematic bias. It’s just a matter of degrees in training as to which way they go. Too much training is tantamount to receiving a rather large “beump” on the head, while just a touch of it, and their belfry teams with little flying “meuths”!

Hence, academia will faithfully sail for another thousand leagues in the wrong direction before they figure out they sailed into the horse latitudes. Meanwhile, down on the farm in Pookaville, they’re just wandering in circles and falling into one rabbit hole after the next.

ILL-2: Excerpt of Altamira. 38,500 YBP. Dalpe © 2018

To read the various dates the Mousterians were recording, simply look at the direction and elevation of a bison’s front legs. And if they did something funky with the leg that is farthest from us, they were referring to a date range. That is, they were speaking of an age.

For example, the top bison in illustration-2 spoke of the first five millenniums of the previous Great Age, 36,500-31,500 BC. Illustration-2 is a detail of three of the bison from illustration-1 from the right lower side. Again, I added lots of visual aids to prevent silly thinking from occurring, like academia claiming the triangles to be “claviform symbols” (SERP, 2012), when the Mousterians didn’t do the systematically trained mind’s symbolic thing!

What the Mousterians were doing was recording when glaciation occurred during a Great-Age for posterity, which they metaphorically stated on the far left side of the mural with the hind and emaciated bison. If that’s not called a historic record, during the so called prehistoric era, somebody needs to pinch me quick to wake me from this unending social nightmare of religious learners! I mean, what would you call living in a culture of humans where none speak the lingo?

Trollin’, Over-Sharin’ an’ Scientific Methods:

ILL-3: Over Sharin’ Dalpe © 2018

Obviously, it’s completely irrelevant when speaking to a Cro-Academic on such matters of linguistic clarity. Because their mind is trained vis-a-vis a belief mind-system, which for all intents and purposes becomes a virtual machine. That makes them virtually smart, but for anything outside of that virtual reality, that is, what is not known to them (Altamira), they’re serendipitous at best! And when we understand that everything we know or will know is built upon language, which is what a Cro-Academic least understands, you begin to grasp the gravity of the situation, because language, art, or whatever you want to call it, is our legacy!

Nor can I appeal to the masses in Pookaville, because their mind is in self-censoring-mode. Therefore, the target audience is limited to those under 20, because their mind is not yet petrified (WIKI, 2016). However, the latest generation of sapiens (Cro-Virtual) don’t inspire much optimism, because if their teacher’s hair caught on fire, I doubt they would notice in their virtual world of perpetual over-sharing. Nevertheless, I do try to see the good in all things. No, not the crispy teacher. What’s hopeful is, they are not listening to academic sermons!

So, considering all of the above strategies, or the lack of a clearly definable one, as the way to clear the linguistic fog from our collective field of vision, so as to ground our imagination in reality, I decided on an over-sharing post to a language site about their linguistic Achilles heel, with the understanding of the full range of ad-hominem responses that would follow.

Call it a morbid curiosity, or my silly optimism, that possibly today would be the dawn of a new day. Following that fleeting moment of foolishness, I planted my two feet firmly on the ground and decided I was willing to settle for anything of value that might fall from the tree of civilized knowledge. Nope, Nada, Zip, Not a damn thing aside from the expected histrionics. And yes, academia called my over-sharing post trolling. Hence, their raster of shit.

However, that’s also called the scientific method. Everyone has the right, dare I say the obligation, to challenge a silly academic story. Even an artist has that right. Otherwise, that’s not called science, that’s called religion!

A Back-Door to Your Tech:

So, there you have it, the language system may be consensual, but language is most definitely not, nor is Cro-Eclectic its creator. It’s meaning has nothing to do with its spoken aspect, because it’s a Visual-Thing. Most importantly, being aware of the nature of Neanderthal’s mind-tech, we become immune to its manipulation; that is, just because PLF logic deduces a fabled cliff, doesn’t mean you have to jump off. That’s on your head for believing in silly stories.

However, sometimes I wonder if Neanderthal used their mind-tech to control the child-like intellect of hoards migrating into their territory. Because with an intuitive understanding of the mind-tech, you can get Cro-Conundrum to believe anything. I mean any damn thing at all, which brings into question all of their history –everything. Because their fabled history is built on someone else’s mind-tech, a kind of back-door to their software, I mean real soft! I’m talkin’ Pudd’nhead Wilson soft (Twain, 1894)!

Edmund Dalpe, MFA., © 2018

Ed’s creativity is based on conceptual art making that’s rigorous, with a tenacity and endurance. He studied art foundation at Pratt Institute and completed his BA and MFA at Goddard College. In his latest work, Dream Duet, Dalpe traverses the evolution of the social mind from the dawn of self awareness and the creative expressions of the Stone-Age to mathematics, and he does so in terms of our somatic sub-language and syntax. It’s a road-map of our sub-MOJO!

Synaptic Pruning

Mark Twain
Pudd’nhead Wilson!
Charles L. Webster and Company

University of Barcelona, Spain.

Paul Klee
Abstract German-Swiss Artist from the last century.

Discover Magazine
The Visual Thing.

Edmund Dalpe
Dream Duet

The Mousterians!
Cave of Altamira
circa 38,500-21,500 YBP

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  1. Grammar , is Gramma , treaties are candy in fancy baskets and agreements, sales are non-motorized propulsion systems for floatation devices, and 50% off at See-ars, but we shouldn’t assail anyone.
    Mosses are Moses, and likens are things that are similar. The eye’s have it, is a collective tally, but the whites are not where the light gets in, those are soil for the tree roots of our brain. Neither are the Iris, which is a flower. The images come through the black holes, and are interpreted in a universe far far away. The galaxy is a drain, and we are swirling unstoppably into the black hole of an eye. Seeing is believing, but leaving is going away. be leaving ,. is the road to no wear, but we like to wear our close. We are going into the I. I’m a frayed we Kant help it.

  2. I can’t speak about things I don’t know. However, I do know that all vehicles have certain properties, as do myths, and if a “historic figure” holds mythological properties, chances are you found a myth. Some characteristic of a socially mobilizing narrative are; an emotional appeal to justify aggression, the subject is not open to debate, logic need not apply, … that kind of thing.

    Nevertheless, if I have concerns in my life, like the Moses issue, I will likely dream about it. However, the problem is, our mind training renders us illiterate to human metaphorical language and thus the belief-mind system makes it extremely difficult to access untold knowledge inherent in being.

    What I am saying, you are the living embodiment of a human’s creative nature, and thus you and only you can answer that question. No one else has the right to dictate what you should or should not believe, because that’s the same as telling you how to be a human being –outrageous! You know, an oligarchs favorite past time; real pecker-woods.

  3. The following is from Plato’s Republic, whom is considered to be one of the founding fathers of so called civilization:
    “… she (art) will only prove her title to exist in a well-ordered State we shall be delighted to receive her … that she be allowed to return from exile … so long as she (art) is unable to make good her defence, this argument of ours shall be a charm to us, which we will repeat to ourselves while we listen to her strains …”
    Obviously, Pluto’s diatribe on human creativity, i.e., human nature, is presumed to be an enemy of the state, which tells us everything we need to know about the relationship of a human’s creative nature and our so called “civilized” culture!
    Which in turn speaks about one’s mind training, and those perceptions that are often not our own, because oligarchs like Pluto are dictating what human nature is; it’s either that or starve to death. Thus, the question for me is, how can I know if a thought is my own or was it programmed? For me the answer is found in my sub-mind and its sub-language, that has not changed since, well forever, because it’s made of titanium and thus it is impregnable to programed silliness! It is beyond conscious control.

  4. Oh if words could speak. Articles like this are like fresh air and sunshine to my brain that is atrophied by constant bombardment of lies and propaganda, foul air and produce.

    “The spatiality of the world consists of the web of their (the fields that form matter) interactions. They do not dwell in time: they interact incessantly with each other, and indeed exist only in terms of these incessant interactions. And this interaction is the happening of the world: it is the minimum elementary form of time that is neither directional nor linear. Nor does it have the curved and smooth geometry studied by Einstein. It is a reciprocal interaction in which quanta manifest themselves in the interaction, in relation to what they interact with.”

    Excerpt From: Carlo Rovelli. “The Order of Time.” iBooks.

    I am confused. Unlearning the meaning of time and how it is taught, now I am questioning my words. Actually I make few comments due to a faulty ability to express my mind.
    Thank you Mr Delpe for …not only words.

    • SouthThunder230, thank you for your words of encouragement. Everybody needs that, even intensive artists. And yes, “this interaction is the happening of the world: I like to call it, worldness!

    • BTW, much thanks to VT for affording a voice to those whom are not considered “Cro-Academically” inclined.

  5. “Language is confining. It boxes in thoughts. Think in pictures, not words.” You are right on target, because that is how our natural mind speaks … and it’s profound in what it has to say.

  6. Self motivated scholars may want to check out ‘ The Bock Saga ‘ , an oral tradition passed down for thousands of years which claims to have the original meanings and pronunciation of letters and words .

  7. Cheers. I wish I could tell you more about why D-Day was planned and executed the way it was, but I only have the official narrative to work from so I can only repeat what is written in the history books.

  8. Adrian, the image confirms what spiritual artists have been saying/ drawing for millennia. The christian cross should be a T, but they took the four directional and planted one in the ground.

    D is the tongue. Dispenser of authority and taster of things. The word. But, just because puzzle pieces fit, does not mean they are consciously or intentionally put forth.

    weird world words wobble wiggle writhe with withering whispers who what when why wow whew walk walk walk wake wrestle wrench woe, zapping zippers dousing de Zenith, God gave good grub gobble gobble grovel grinch, Gaia got great, grows grows grows , golly gosh gizmo

  9. Interestingly, the letter-form D is a graphic version of the fish archetype, that is, a water being. And as water is an expression of mind, you know, “pond rippler”, the fish archetype metaphorically speaks about evolutions of the mind. And the D in D-Day certainly falls within that way of thinking.

  10. Actually, D-Day should have been 4th June (coincidentally my birthday) but it was delayed two days due to bad weather.

  11. I agree. Generation after generation of twisting the meaning of words to manipulate a culture to ones selfish need for power and greed is the greatest crime against a culture. Eventually, the culture’s language becomes so corkscrewed that a culture goes completely loopy. What the bible calls “corrupt”!

  12. Curiously, the letters of the English alphabet match the 20 day glyphs of ancient time keeping. Subtract the vowels and you have 20. Each has a shape. Time is kept by shape and theme. So, the first day is Batz, and the first letter is B. After that it gets sketchy, because time keeping has been deliberately altered. Codices have been absconded and the worlds calendars have been scrambled like a game of ‘find the queen”.
    I am working on this. But, so far, it is obvious. Vowels are imposters, and words are spells. Sentences are conspiracies and lengths of time defined by suns behind bars. It is all warped. Symbol is the best communication, and is left open to interpretation truthfully, while spelling is a direct attack. A skillful manipulation to insert thoughts and images that would not be there unless by force.

    • The two verifiable ancient calendars of any merit are the Zodiac of Dendera and the Aztec sunstone,. The Dendera has as it’s center, the hind quarter of a female four legged grazer. The decans along the outside, match the decan images and themes of multiple calendars,. Everything printed about what time it is in ages is wrong. How to check this is very simple. Shape and theme. Not stars. So many could have made star charts, but did no such thing. They drew instead shapes, and these are the foundation of thought, reality, and current events. We could go to sleep for ten thousand years and wake up and decipher them. Every artist paints, draws, sculpts or imagines, the shape of the day or decan they were born, like a magnetic imprint it repeats and considers the day blending into the current time. Time is shape. The language of the cosmos. It should not start with a T. But because it does, we know what time it is.

    • “Vowels are imposters, and words are spells. Sentences are conspiracies and lengths of time defined by suns behind bars.” I like that phrase a lot. It make ya think about how words, words crafted by god know who, the same words our mind is trained to think with, has pruned and locked our minds into a pre-designed way of being mindful. I however, prefer using the natural language of the dreaming mind; it’s boundless. Unfortunately, or not, it does have grammar!

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