Thursday, February 26, 2009

Security, Stasis As Equilibrium in Surveillance Policy

There are certain conceptual, legal and philosophical difficulties and goals of the relations between privacy, liberty and security. I believe there needs to be a "stasis" (in contrast to balance), an equilibrium in which only if there is clear and present danger that there can be a trade off of privacy for public security. Because governmental surveillance can range from decoding cryptography through concealed viruses, and surveil vast populations--whereby policy, operations can claim claim the cover of state secret privilege--it may be a fatal effect to our privacy protections.

R.S.Y. Kim. I would like to thank Dr. John I. Kleinig (CUNY Graduate Center and Australian National University )for his reading parts of the forthcoming manuscript.

Thursday, February 19, 2009



Untitled: Cell & Prison

Where is the sun and the stars which glimmers in the

dark, hollow Corridors of the Cell & in Prison block 69?

Solitary confinement for stabbing an inmate for attempted

Rape. What was the loss of your mentally afflicted Zen practicing

Mother, And your deceased beloved Father. an aggrieved Episcopal Methodist

Pastor who committed suicide.

Only to be deserted into the blind alleys without no family.

A magnate high school pupil in the Bronx living in the ghettoes,

Selling heroin and crack abandoning a foster home.

Here I stand waiting judgment for parole for 7 years in a cell.

A very late DSM VI borderline, bi-polar monitored through

A digital bracelet, the mode of disciple and surveilng.

Dr. Feinstein, his psychiatrist, an Orthodox Jew, had said

Exorcist ritual prayers in silent whispers. The vortex of his Afro-Asiatic

mind meditated on the Heart Sutra of emptiness, and suffering-- yielding

To compassionate healing of the Doctor’s rehabilitative treatment.

Even his love of the crack whore flower was illusory void to which

He was enlightened of mortality and curse of dust.

Liberation and freedom came to alas as a janitor at Penn Station, and

Public works volunteer on the weekends.

Blaine F. Parkson studied Psychology of Religion & Creative Writing at SUNY Purchase College

Eyes as fallen Pearls

for J.M. & R.L.D, J.L.

The jewel of the vanishing twilight

I can never speak of,

Until I rest to rot and spoil.

And wish the very worms

Will have me consumed, the ‘pearls

That were his eyes,’ devour

My poisoned kidney and liver;

disemboweled in frost and snow,

Whereby, that very dagger,

My spleen, severed my tongue,

Which my ancestors said of chin-mook

Of silence that speaks, by never saying

anything at the drop of a dime.

Maidens of youth, were I ever

to love; I can’t ever say that I have-

Or is it a lie told by

the “God haunted,

Cruel Talent of Russ,”

Which has become the truth?

Tell her if you see him, he remains dead

And buried on a fragrant bed of lilies.

The sisters of Mercy and Terror

of Retribution, shall know, wielding

staff and sword, for a remnant of

seven thousand reserved from

the annals of time, vanguard those

who are left dead in tawdry barber

and salon shops--- far corners of

the metropolis, pilfered lots---

the fallen tropical torrential rain,

was shot when she repented

and confessed,

The rackets of the flesh.

The mercenaries of beasts,

sold her pound for pound,

Flesh for flesh, picked their teeth

with a mint deck of laminated

Chosun cards, with the soft

metallic polish of finishing nails.

Circles and Spirals of Light,

The gentle cadence of broken sibilants,

Deferred gutturals, which cry

Out from the hidden fount and portents

of creation of primeval sorrow and glory,

dusk, shadow and tempest.

The ubiquitous dawn, now, let us arise

and go.

O Rider of the raging seas

of lies, perennial doubt, and the

illusory devils, demon gods,

overthrowing my enemies.

You stretched out your shriveled

hand to save my child from drowning

by the salty shores at bay across

the fishing colony.

Sovereign divine you sold yourself

into slavery to set captives free.

One’s eyes, awaken, to hear,

The pupils and retina burnt by

the Sun, no longer burn with the passion

And pride of life, and lust of the eyes,

but fulfilled in the hope

Of the eskaton of the return,

Of divers dominion, times and deadly straits

reported, but the sequence of the

Actual left unsaid.

Kristavara & Ann [a] ya-mariam wanted it that Way,

a resident of the Eastern Isle Prefect

via Diamond Junction.

She remembered the discourse of the pre-eminent

Theologist who scripted: “She Who is,” and

read while drinking chrysanthemum tea, the novelle,

just released translation of Lombroso’s La donna delinquente

by the renowned City historian.

Luxury and the high life of thieves were all too much

a bane; she figured that it was mass bankruptcy or

global robbery?

And the woman was blessed though the breaking of chains.

Would you deceive yourself to be an auditor

of the wise, when your folly and idiocy, has twisted

And breached upon what was never said?

The flame burned in my heart,

which cried out in exhortation and admonition:

[“sancta mea amor crucifixus est”]

Father Juan, tortured and kidnapped,

a night of consecrated purgation;

wherefore, ascending the ladders of suffering,

did not confound darkness with the light,

light from the darkness, thick smoke from fire.

So did I fall prey to the imprisoned conundrums

of hallucinatory and spiritual vertigo, not like Father


She the Mystical Bride to whom

De La Cruz was wed.


at the shrine in Tagaste. . .

the martial mind of calm of the Tatagatha [aside]

history, culture and philosophy.

It is snuffed at the break of day to chase demons away,

Though rekindled within a lamp at nightfall…

Come l’augello, intra l’amate fronde,

posato al nido de’ suoi dolci nati

la notte che le cose ci nasconde,

For the world has become a stone pitted cherry.


Dehydrating, and rushed to the hospital, in steed of rails and barbed and quartered

Fenced halls, where I soon owe much more to time, than I shall ever know.

This the wager of Pilgrim’s Regress?


ora pro……

R.S.Y. Kim

[1] In Sino-Korean characters means “silence.”

[2] The traditional name for ancient Korea.

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