Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Quotable Quotes April 2018

"We live in a golden age, but we no longer seem to believe in intellectual heroes. So I have tried to live the dream that the world is not the same as it seems." ---Nathan Coppedge

"Its odd... I'm incompatible with people, but I am very compatible with society." ---Nathan Coppedge

"I think I have evidence of this most practical of archetypes." ---Nathan Coppedge, on perpetual motion machines

"Isn't it a bit like a blowpop? The blowpop fallacy." --Nathan Coppedge, criticism of Velikovsky's General Systems Theory

"Science is a minimal criteria macro-discipline, and as such aims to maximize quantity at cost of quality. Philosophy is a maximal criteria macro-discipline, and as such aims to maximize quality at cost of quantity. In other words, philosophy usually fails to provide evidence of the most important things. Science usually succeeds to provide evidence of insignificant things. Many things are discovered between philosophy and science, but very little is discovered by pure philosophy or pure science." --Nathan Coppedge



"Sometimes I think my writing is perfect, and sometimes I think it is too dirty. Anyway, what people eventually learn is that there needs to be a balance between different talents and motives, and the only exception to that is total mastery, which requires total knowledge, and in my mind, philosophy as well as science (and art, literature, magic, immortality… if it comes to that)." ---Nathan Coppedge, message to Eugene Rubinstein


"There will not be a ‘next Gates’ unless America prospers. It is a widely held belief that Bill Gates somehow made it with one trillion-dollar patent for computers. Far to the contrary, it was more like he was a patent mega-lord who bought a lot of small businesses, and had about literally a million thousand-dollar patents, or a billion ten cent shares in a company that exploded. For America to prosper, we need to continue to grow and change our thinking, and frankly at this point given how much we have already tested the boundaries without changing the categories, some aspects of both science and religion may end up being an inhibitor." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Philosophers tend to be happy people who never believe assumptions, and are always honest about reality." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Art is original the way literature is comprehensive, and philosophy is analytic, and science is real, and math is intelligent, and languages are insightful, and magic is useful, and immortality is sufficient." ---Nathan Coppedge


"A lot of people think 2X is the max leverage. Its not the max." ---Nathan Coppedge


"If there are constants, they must secure variation, maybe even desirable variation." ---Nathan Coppedge


"You see, we could just say you're seeking a principled good nature, or a metaphysical standard (morality OR coherence primarily), so I don't know if it is fair to say we should try both first." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Humans should build perpetual motion machines, machines should build God. All else concerning race is past and future." ---Nathan Coppedge

"Always look for metaphors at physics confetences, and fundamental discoveries at poetry readings." ---Nathan Coppedge


"There is one secret Zurich doesn't know: that paradoxical intelligence is more coherent than finite problems. This secret is truly powerful. Knowing it is like owning half of philosophy."


"The secret of Vienna is it swallows men. This is my most profound knowledge of it, even though I've never gone there in my current life."


"Time is challenging, so to speak. Information accumulates, and better be high-quality." ---Nathan Coppedge


"The general advice is, if we are suffering from a physical problem, we need to improve our mind, and if we have a mental problem we need to improve our body. If we can’t improve our mind, we physically die. If we can’t improve our body, we go absolutely insane." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Consider it this way: if you were reincarnated and didn’t experience your next life, you would feel cheated, right? As soon as we deny early-life consciousness we are also denying reincarnation. So I completely support the idea that humans are conscious throughout their lives. It is simply that the amounts of time involved are so vast by adult standards. And there is a time before individual life called the 'great foolishness' or also 'baby toughness' in which babies fight a war against being aborted by their mothers. The experience of being a baby is actually much like being an adult at first: there are wise, conscientious decisions that are made, until people force you to act and think in a certain more restrictive way. Restrictive thinking emerges at just the time that babies have averted the evil outcome called abortion." ---Nathan Coppedge


"At this point we should know if we want a new approach we should have NEW IDEAS, NOT NEW 'ORGANIZATIONS' OR NEW COMING-TO-TERMS. When we do not have new ideas, we fail, and at this point what counts as a new idea has become somewhat radical. So, at this juncture it is impossible to reject radicalism. So, it may be a long while before these radical new ideas are accepted. Above all, the new theories have nothing to do with problems unless they can solve them… What is egalitarian about real knowledge is the capacity to accept alternate systems, but only if they work… And what is not a system is truly not a system, and so it is pointless to accept a critique that is not offering radical, practical, and paradigm-changing methods. Almost no one seems to know what a radical solution looks like… Has a radical solution ever existed? We should not mince words, but merely accept that ideas are ideas, and they are not just one thing… if what something is offering is that it is a system, it should define itself as such, and not as though there are no alternatives, but not as though it does nothing… Logic is necessary to solve abstract problems, and mechanics is necessary to solve practical problems… Active logic, active mechanics… not a mere coming-to-terms." ---Nathan Coppedge


"Pain is inhuman. It is a contradiction of humanity. It is the cheapest alternative to meaning. It is an infinite lack of value. The opposite of pain is the meaningful. The opposite of pleasure is the meaningless. The further lives and spirits progress in cognition and complexity, the easier it becomes to achieve pleasure. There are many exceptions to exceptional complexity, but insofar as there is complexity there is always something more valuable than pain. Pain is the definition of the useless. It is wasted time, self-destructive matters, un-divine problems. The only reason for pain is ignorance and poor strategy, but it is not automatically explained: it implies a lack of explanation. Where there are explanations there are desires for a life without pain. When life has meaning, pain is usually insignificant. Pleasure, or perhaps eventually something better, is part of the good life. And, ultimately pleasure is a cheap form of meaning, just as pain is an extremely cheap form of the meaningless. We have economic imperative to overcome pain, and where there is pain there is a desire to compensate with impossible wonders. Meaning is born of the death of the impossible (pleasure), whereas appreciation of the meaningless very often comes from pain. Pain is an exaggerated lesson that is useless wherever it is felt. No one has ever called pain useful while being true to the soul. Pain is a theory of theory-less meaning, the death of all possibility coming from the refusal of impossibility. Where there is no impossibility there is no theory, and no way to oppose the meaningless. And where the meaningless explanations exist, there is pain or something to replace it. The trace of primitive education goes infinite sacrifice → skepticism → pleasure → meaning. The infinite sacrifice is pain, and the skepticism is the meaningless. Meaning begins with pleasure, it is the minimum standard. For everything that is good has pleasure, and nothing is meaningful that is not good. Sometimes we deny that meaning is good when we are complex, but this is not in earnest. Only perversity gives the idea that meaning exists that is not pleasure, and if we think pain is a good teacher we are truly ignorant. All opportunity comes from pleasure, and if we lack wisdom on this it is not our responsibility. There is a wisdom born of desperation, and it has great intelligence compared with evil. When the great powers deny the fundamental meaning, which is meaningful pleasure, they have destroyed much of the potential of life. All potentials come from meaningful pleasure. Without pleasure there is not substance. Therefore, all strategies should define that life is meaningful, and no strategy should deny that pain destroys value. Therefore, life is a continuum of value, defined in meaning. And pain is its destroyer. Pain may as well be meaningless unless life has contradictions. Elsewhere I have proven conclusively that contradiction is evil, so there is no evidence that pain has value. And so, life should concern itself with meaningful pleasure." ---Nathan Coppedge


MORE QUOTATIONS:

https://www.poemhunter.com/quotations/famous.asp?people=Nathan%20Coppedge


Thursday, January 12, 2017

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Saturday, August 13, 2016

10 Days above 100,000th Author in the past 2 Months!


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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

My supposed Quora rankings

Quora ratings currently:

2nd for modern philosophy.

2nd for philosophy of life.

3rd for 'logic'.

3rd for dimensions (goemetry).

3rd for philosophy (college major).

3rd for metaphysics.

3rd for modernism.

3rd for analytic philosophy.

4th for reasoning.

5th for analogies.

5th for continental philosophy.

5th for postmodernism (I reject post-modernism).

6th for high-dimensional spaces.

9th for logic (thinking).


https://www.quora.com/profile/Nathan-Coppedge/highlights



Sunday, May 29, 2016

3000 monthly views on the blog for the first time!

Yay!

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

THE METAPHYSICAL ART, BK. II. "OLD PEOPLE"


[1]

A man examines many aspects of life, all of which are fragments.

"This fragment is transparent: that life is not a fragment..."

[2]

"Life begins when you carry a music-box..."

"You are on an island, and the island is only what you take with you..."

Sometimes the city is just the music inside you...

[3]

At other times, the world echoes within the music,

Contained within your island.

Sometimes music is the filter of something...

Which, if unfiltered, would be crass enough to be meaningless...

Life is the epoch of music, and also civilization...


[4]

Sometimes civilization is the only island,

And every other island is an obliteration...

Cities are the language of ablated languages...

Cities are the noun of many transitive verbs...

What is left of the city is astonishing:

It is an amusement without music,

A cadence of something which is without pitch...

The architecture is lost in the silence


[5]

Then we move beyond the music machine...

We move beyond the clocks...

That lie beneath the shadows...

We see that every figure that makes an impression...

Is a mime making a performance...

The silence is civilization...

The performance is the part of the figure that makes an impression...

We see a mad man walking around in a miniature ship that is stricken with lightning...

We see a psychologist, inviting people into the cave of his mind...

We see the archeologist uncovering nothing other than curiosity...

And the politician flanked by a white wall...

Perhaps they are all growing their gardens?

The madman is the economist, a powerful figure.

The psychologist has taken the project literally, with a lot of added imagination.

The archeologist has the secret, but worships mystery with childlike wonder.

The politician is the most familiar with the garden, but has become a filligree goldfish.

Yet the gardens grow without the city.

Decay becomes the language denying the words.


[6]

Beyond the figures, which gambol on the heraldric field of consciousness,

(they are like moving statues, gargoyles...)

a theme of universal ideas appears...

There are now many ships, perhaps carrying junk...

Madmen, medicine, rare herbs, books on subjects as obscure as psycho-analysis...

Simultaneously, there is the brain:

The dark overlap of many caverns,

Barely extruding with the palpitations of numerous organisms.

Lucid, and yet clouded in shadow, inky, and for the moment, suspended,

Langorous with Epicurean sentimentality.

The brain is like the caves of many psychologists.

And, there is, separately, an ideal system, unknown to men,

Which lies like invisible bones in the backshadow of all this posterity...

Bones undiscovered by any archeologist, with properties beyond all poetry...

Neither fervent, nor given to any sort of care...

A consciousness devoid of regret, and finding all challenges futile to its temperament...

Neither spiritually dull, nor given to conviction...

A shape undiscovered by a single one of life's many sentences

And, there is also a labyrinth where everything is dark, except for the whitened wall...

Where the politician preaches like a scientist...

And the maze is the darkness of his intellect, and also, the meanings preserved, for those...

That do not speak the language of lies...

Yet politics is its message...

And it is older than the music found  inside the cities...


[7]

There are theories on how the music is written,

Duller than the words that echo from young children,

For example, perhaps music is a momento----

A momento mori for the passage of time----

An oseograph of the tables of circumstance----

An idea of things that no longer hold truth!

Or perhaps the idea is to solve something temporarily---

A tear in a sail or a flag!

A graffiti pointing to an ugly protruding pipe,

Which is also ugly!

But then these figures subside into language...

A static reification... A celestial temple of fraud...

And the language in turn melts into silence...

The silence of civilization---!


[8]

Now I can explain what magic means to an old person.

I can explain that hexagrams and other figures from geometry...

Are spare postulates, dirty enough to mean nothing...

Yet containing the fragrence of a magic spell!

The flavor of circumstance is contained in the dark grooves...

Time echoes with mute intimations...

This is why some people go blind...

Why some wise people are mutes...

It is idiotic sophistry---!

The sophistry of passing time---!

Nothing matters like a sign!

And the sign holds without comment the passing of many worlds.

The egress on truth was no more than a decorous moment,

Contained in the shadow of the sign----

Like sand in a blob of glass!

The item of concern is not magic---

Magic is taller than the music of distress---!

In this world, language is the manner of turning

Grass and sticks into shadows that weave divines!

But the stick is ordinary grass, and the shadow

Is probably sand...

The music, if it carries, seems completely mad!

The cadence of civilization is no more than those puristic symbols...

Painted over the skin...

Perverse with the magic of time.

And ordinary words seem dull...

Because they are dull...

They are figments of shadows...

Busted like wine.


[9]

Then, there is a picture of age...

As something from a map...

One of many distinct shapes...

Each, perhaps crude,

But, lending secrets...

To scrutibiilty.

Each old thing contains a youth...

Each youth becomes wise by age...

Each age is written in youth...

Each dead man is a sage...

Poets learn to wake from death...

And history learns their words...

And people begin to die by death...

Proof becomes a ridiculous gift...

Life becomes a choice...

Heaven is ice to fire, and fire to ice...

Every man has a price...

And stories are what's left of being nice...

But metaphysics thrives...


[10]

Beyond this point, sages are men...

And men live immortally...

It is not merely celebration...

But the sacred earth of philosophy...

A creation like a device within the mind...

A machine of temperamental matters...

Caught on the wing of epiphanization---

The luck of gods...

Gelt for the locking statues of representation...

Measures of truth echo...

Without evoking harsh music...

Thought's tendrils form a shape of overlapping patterns...

Nothing is the school of this design...

The naked truth burns harmlessly...

Figures gape with mystery...

Religion toils on the infinity...

Nothing is left of depravity...

Except sacred madness...

The consolation of infinite intelligence...


[11]

Then there is a confrontation:

Everybody's central epiphany!

To make matters work----

Like clockwork's God!

The strange rule of correspondence!

Dissipating the soul of circumstance!

Trump arrives late...

On the field of potential systems!

Prodigies basicify.

Commonsense hegemonies all these foresaken.---

The math winces, and out pours genius---!

Many winters pawned on fickle circumstance!

The rule is sober...

And the test is sullen...

Gods radio the silence of the foresaken!

The weather clears a space for lucid minds---

And ugliness begins to trace its sublimes----

The race of winter dulls the sense...

The appetite removes the heart of avarice...

In the wild mildness, knowledge-flowers grow---

Radiating the mild gladness of unfallen snows...

Deserts economize the truths of expectation...

Afterwards, the summer itself becomes a tale of spring!


[12]

Fallen from the buttonhole of some conclave,

Coincidences play their game...

The same things that were once deemed ordinary,

Demand articulate proof and fine-tuned reasoning...

Everything is elevated upon solid rock...

Winding like a self-winding clockwork...

Full of spark!

The suddenness of evening is not the same strange roar...

No more are the highway bandits or the winding bores...

Everything is immaculate,

Like stilt-walkers, or vignettes of fantastic birds...

Calligraphy in the snow...

The rules rouse feeling now...

The shape of everything has theoretical bearing...

As if the world was made of artist's palettes...

And buildings were dabbling in some kind of profound eyeshadow...

It seems that everyone is winning...

Everyone can become a god...

Everyone can make a shape in the sod...

Everyone is made of sticks...

Everyone is worth some bricks...

What is vacant now?


[13]

God is hiding an instrumental madness!

The life of the show!

Illusion takes everyone in tow!

The beginning is lost!

Providence destains the child!

Wisdom grows wild!

The worst things fade from view!

Gone are the shadows cutting through the snow!

Gone are the images of painful moments!

The sacrifice of sex!

The letters of the law!

The elements of indifference!

The pattern of un-reasonableness!

God has lifted up the chains!

And put everyone in Celestial Heaven!

Life still falls below...

Like a valley in a mountain!

Images fall like snow.



[Now metaphysics has been cast in doubt,

And words that were hated are now devout...

The pattern is nature...

But rules are out...]



Monday, November 9, 2015

Support your author!



16 books in the top 2,000,000 most popular books on Amazon.

Support your author!

And get a book in the bargain!

http://www.amazon.com/author/nathancoppedge

I want to be in the top 100,000 authors next year!


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Nathan Coppedge genius

I have analyzed the following link, and apparently some people DO think I'm a genius.

Which is both news, and good news to me...

Don't be too jealous... this took years of hard work and inspiration!

https://warosu.org/lit/thread/6496745

However, I have always tested badly. The highest I.Q. score I got was about 136.


Friday, August 14, 2015

Now projecting to perhaps 200 booksales by the end of this year...

This was the minimum optimistic goal for popularity.

View my published books on Amazon HERE.


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

HOW TO BE A RENAISSANCE MAN: CAREER ADVICE

Artist. Inventor. Poet. Philosopher. Someone has to be very lucky to realize all these things. But one way to look at it is that some of it consists of fluff. Who is really going to make money except the inventor? Then, we can ask, is there something wrong with being an inventor? What I have heard is that good inventions happen by accident. Things like toilet plungers and toilets were highly useful, but it was a kind of miracle that they didn’t exist yet. And, basically, it’s possible that someone would steal the invention before a profit was made. John Crapper didn’t exist in ancient Crete, which also had flush toilets. No one in ancient Crete made money selling toilets, I suspect. It was probably state-owned, or was a side job set up for those who already worked hard doing other things. So, even inventing isn’t a miracle unless it’s a miracle.

Now, we can look at this again. Is there some value that can be had in the ‘cheap stuff’?

At first, we might look at poetry, and say, well here is someone with a little education to give them an edge, and they’ve developed a product that might sell----although it’s uncertain how much they might sell. But it turns out they need to be extremely good, and at the same time there’s not a huge market for poetry. So, succeeding in turning poetry into a job is almost unheard-of. Now we turn to art, and here is something that’s easier to market. But you have to be a kind of genius, and also have some practical skill---two things that are sometimes difficult to combine in large quantities. You want to be original, and you also want your art to sell. That’s a tougher bargain than you might think. It takes a kind of total dedication, or there’s no hope of competing with the rest of the market. Now, finally we come to that term ‘competition’! Poets and inventors have competition too, but they rarely think about it until it’s too late. You have to be a kind of psychic. With art its much more clear, it’s about comparing products.

Now, consider a philosopher. He’s got something, right? He probably has more education than the average poet. There’s an opportunity for intellectualism, which is like creativity. He can ‘know the market’ by finding a niche, which just involves ‘doing something new’! What’s wrong with being a philosopher? It turns out, philosophers rarely have a market, and when they do, it is often a small one. A philosopher is like a poet who is even more obscure, but much more sophisticated. He has to create his own market: although a general market might exist, his specific market might not exist. If he can sell his sophistication, then he might acquire a job as a professional academic, and he might sell books. If he’s quasi-famous already, he might sell books without being an academic. But he has to watch his expenses. He doesn’t have money to burn. But, is being a philosopher really the best kind of academic, or the best kind of author? I think it isn’t, in some important ways.

Consider the math genius. He’s a real professor. People have respect for him. Mathematicians are not called ‘quacks’ or ‘arm-chair philosophers’ or ‘navel-gazers’!

So, there is an opportunity: either (1) take some risk, and market yourself beyond the scope of mere philosophy, and risk making very little money, or (2) do something highly professional and sought after, without losing your sanity.

Typically, what is involved is not only having a product which speaks for itself, but also having some innovative marketing strategy, and an ability to connect with the market. This often involves establishing some kind of professional connection which goes beyond the minimum obligation. For example, you may be involved in professional music groups, join a discussion for philosophers, read poetry at poetry gatherings, or make inventions as part of a pre-established job description. Suddenly, inventing seems like the hard part, whereas these other categories have it easy.

Which (1 or 2) is riskier, and can be avoided? This determines the sort of reward you can achieve being a Renaissance man. Or, if you thrive on risk, you can create a persona centered on selling your image as ‘cutting-edge’. However, to some extent, you can do this even without creating risks. It may even help to take a conservative position in order to master many categories at once. This allows you to balance one thing against another, and ‘not keep all your eggs in one basket’. Instead of being an anomaly, you’re a strategist.


Additional Resources:

CreateSpace Independent Publishing (Free, and easy if you have Adobe software and experience). They publish not only books and e-books, but videos, music, and apps (I think).

Friday, January 23, 2015

My Greatness Poem

The commissioned road widens /

As though paved by gold

A single path contradicts

With birds flying / or shot by arrows.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

I now have 100 followers on Twitter

It is now possible that I'm in the top 2 - 5% of active twitter users.

Good!

Here is a link to my twitter profile: http://www.twitter.com/nathancoppedge


Saturday, January 10, 2015

Most of the Last Month

I've been in the top 300,000 authors on Amazon, according to records

View my Amazon Author profile at: http://www.amazon.com/author/nathancoppedge.


Monday, January 5, 2015

Philosopher, Artist, Inventor, Poet

Books by Nathan Coppedge on Amazon.com featuring theories of complexity, knowledge, beauty, information:

http://www.amazon.com/author/NathanCoppedge


Friday, October 10, 2014

Preview and Review my book titled "Poems by God"

The book is not literally by God, but instead an aspiring immortal. Nonetheless, a short excerpt may be reviewed by whoever has the courage:

https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1156953


Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Book Sales

4 sales through expanded distribution (book stores), via my CreateSpace account.

According to this data, bookstores have sold:

2 Copies of How to Write Aphorisms,
1 Copy of Nathan Coppedge's Perpetual Motion Machine Designs & Theory, and
1 Copy of 1-Page-Classics.

Overall, including online sales and e-books, the following books are the most popular:

1. The Dimensional Philosopher's Toolkit (22 copies sold)
2. Nathan Coppedge's Perpetual Motion Machine Designs & Theory (20 copies sold).
3. How to Write Aphorisms (9 copies sold)

Even if these sales look disappointing, I'm doing at least 550% better than last year, so that's a good sign. At this rate, it might count as a career in four years ($87,500 / yr. at that point), assuming a 5X exponential curve.

However, for now, it's only about $140 / year reliably, thanks to my excellent publisher it's not even less.

You have to take into account that I've published 32 books, most of them this year, so:

A. There's a big popularity cushion, assuming people don't think I'm just braining myself.
B. I'm at the very minimum of potential exposure right now.

So, I don't want to call the four years to that much money conservative, but it does seem achievable in ideal conditions, by my estimates.

Meanwhile I may have proven over-unity! But that's another issue. 'Another issue' seems so cruel this way!

For those looking for my Amazon Profile, it can be found there. My e-books are now listed as $0 - $2.99 instead of the previous $4.99 ridiculousness. I have also updated several of my books (actually many of them) with new content.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

News: I have received an official copyright from the Library of Congress

The title is Creeping Cadence & Cadence Continues: Poetry in the Life of a Schizophrenic.

It was pending since 2012.

My father claims you have to be a genius to get an official copyright. So I guess this counts as good news.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

I received two sales

from expanded distribution through my Amazon publisher.

So there is some chance I will have an increasing bookstore presence (somewhere in the United States).

Hopefully this news is better than I think.

I'd like to be remembered as a "real" author.

Again, my author page can be found at: http://www.amazon.com/author/nathancoppedge

Sunday, March 23, 2014

New Book: The Old Incantations, or Sorcery in the Dark

Poems 2001 - 2006.

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Nathan Coppedge, the poet of this collection, considers this his middle period, a kind of dark age in which he produced his most meaningful work. The earlier period may be more authentic, and the later period more classical, but during this period the two were combined. In these poems, covering themes from love to lightning, and occasionally rhapsing Dickinsonian, Coppedge captures some of the enigma and powerful significance of being a poet. Like the title suggests, in at least one of these poems you will literally get the sense of calling down lightning. Nothing is quite the same without Nathan Coppedge. And it is certainly weird when he is here. These poems evoke immortality, but they also come from a voice which is in some ways more than ordinary.

The book is available on Amazon now, HERE.

The price is 4.99 for an e-book, and 9.99 or less for paperback.

Monday, March 17, 2014

News from Master Kuo

"Everyone is feeling weak about the new God"

(---Poetry)

See also: What I would say if I were an Egyptian god: http://hypercubics.blogspot.com/2014/01/what-i-would-say-if-i-were-egyptian-god.html