[ by Charles Cameron — ouroboric and boustrophedonic news aggregated for yr edification ]
this is certainly tne essential Ouroboros, no?
Okay, first, several examples of serpent-bites-own-tail comments:
That’s pretty straightforward — and this:
A sample headline in the Netherlands: “The new Trump Ambassador to the Netherlands, Pete Hoekstra, lies about his own lies.”
Then there are Mueller-specific ouroboroi:
One of Trump’s lawyers said the president’s legal team wants a second special counsel — one to investigate the investigators..
Donald Trump’s legal team has suggested appointing another special counsel to investigate the existing special counsel, Robert Mueller, who is probing the Trump campaign’s possible ties to Russia.
One commenter went a level farther, opining:
there should be a Special Counsel to investigate the Special Counsel which is investigating the Special Counsel. When concluded, the Special Counsel investigating the Special Counsel, which is investigating the Special Counsel should deliver their report to a newly formed unbiased Special Counsel, which in turn should be investigated to ensure that all the investigative legalities have been adhered to.
Okay, enough ouroboroi — let’s approach zen from the side, with this:
President Trump is quoted in a clip in Ari Melber‘s The Beat (MSNBC) at 2.34, “I don’t want to talk about pardon for Michael Flynn yet, we’ll see what happens.” This is followed by a Rachel Maddow clip, in which RM says, “I have a Tree Falls in the Forest question for you: “If the President issues a pardon, do we have to know about it?”
That’s about as close to an overt koan as we are liable to find on mainstream political TV.
Go, Rachel! But what exactly do you mean?
And ah! — we are so fotunate that Rachel is not alone in thinking thoughts of this kind.. Kaveh Akbar has a New Yorker poem, What Use Is Knowing Anything If No One Is Around:
What use is knowing anything if no one is around
to watch you know it? Plants reinvent sugar daily
and hardly anyone applauds. Once as a boy I sat
in a corner covering my ears, singing Quranic verse
after Quranic verse. Each syllable was perfect, but only
the lonely rumble in my head gave praise. This is why
we put mirrors in birdcages, why we turn on lamps
to double our shadows.
and so forth. Thank you, Kaveh Akbar, I hear you, I hear your silent, recited Quranic verses.
I’ll add further instances of posts and comments with the formal properties I’m so fond of in the comments section as they catch my eye..