Draft file, unposted, of 2011 03 18 revised and posted 2014 10 05
I’m mounting Knatz.com text here (pKnatz blog, the new Knatz.com). I’d planned to put graphics in place after the text is complete, then fix local links. The text may never be compete, and I’m fixing some links as I notice them. As I age and go blind I can no longer imagine ever completing it. (“Complete” here means catching up with the text of K. as of 2006 (when I was arrested, 2007 when I was censored). Completing K.’s potential may not have been possible even had I not been interfered with. There’s a difference between feeding a runner, feeding and training a runner, and not feeding a runner, incompletely or incompetently training a runner, and adding weights to the runner … and crippling the runner, putting up special barricades in his lane only, piercing his ankles … tackling him and tying him up.
But some graphics, general graphics in particular, logos, and K. symbols, I’ll upload here. Once up I can use them anywhere.
Oh: a quick Knatz.com story: in jail, Jesup fed satellite, there was a volunteer librarian, Hispanic guy. He’d see me coming: he’d go, “Knatz.com!” and applaud! Every time!
I’ve been called pk since college. Once on line, already desktop publishing, I drew it, gif style, so it’s disembodied:
and made it bigger as well as smaller:
This was designed for me as my PK Fine Arts, Ltd. logo around 1978 by my then business manager Stephanie. In the 1990s the logo was digitized for me in Illustrator by Sarasota Camera’s design department. When I got Mac I retuned it in FreeHand (and made the gif file in PhotoShop), using the exercise as a tutorial for both applications. My handwriting has always been apalling. I never cared till I wanted to have a clear business logo: so, I took Stephanie’s “pk” and added the rest of Paul Knatz in a script-like font, Kaufman, which I further modified in FreeHand. I draw just fine digitally: still have no such manual skills. Without the Mac, I’m illegible.
My Teaching folder, and its many subfolders, featured
These last two need the letter colors edited for clarity, but I don’t use these graphics anymore: I offer them as a record of the original, censored 2007, Knatz.com.
Note: The FBI arrested me, Oct 13, 2006, the US insisting on a misreading of my black satires regarding NYU’s sabotage of my academic career, of my scholarship, my creativity: my teaching, my writing: war years, you know. The public defender pressured me to plead guilty: my “choice” was between forty years in jail (starting at age 68!) and fifteen months — their lightest setence: the quivalent, my landlord quipped of a not-guilty judgment. That’s no choice: I couldn’t work in jail, couldn’t publish, though I didn’t know that detail yet: neither did I yet know, Feb 2007, that my current work online would get wiped out by that judge’s action: Judge Martinez. Plead guilty, that is, lie, and maybe return to teaching after fifteen months; or fight the bastards (when they’ve already shown you that nothing you say will reach its target, the public. My pledge to God was unequivocal: I had to try to teach whether or not the teaching was sabotaged! A choice of no choice.
It’s complicated, do your best to follow: In 2006 I had six online domains and several blogs. All of the domains were housed (data storage, internet acces) at A+.net (Vancoever, Canada). I paid rent as PKImaging.com: Knatz.com, InfoAll.org (my deschooling domain), Macroinformation.org (my information theory domain), AgainstHierarchy.org rode along under PKImaging.com’s wing as it were.
My NYU black satires, the writing that triggered my arrest, were in a subfolder of AgainstHierarchy.
Judge Martinez censored that subfolder: /NYU. But: Canadian company A+.net, got Judge Martinez order, freaked out, and destroyed all of my data! Dominos: censor AgainstHierarchy.org/NYU: in effect wipe out PKImaging.com, Knatz.com, InfoAll.org, Macroinformation.org, AgainstHierarchy.org … four thousand text files (roughly) (and instruction codes), and several thousand graphic files: logos, paintings, drawings, photographs …
Does Judge Martinez know that he did this? I bet he doesn’t.
Did the FBI? It seems certain that they didn’t care.
And NYU: insensate, no more awareness of their evil that a bull in a china shop.
And now that I’m telling it, as clearly as I can, does the public know? I don’t believe that the public has the potential to know: which does not one jot alter my pledge to God to try.
The crucifixion I now see wasn’t about saving us; it was about damning us: double-damning the already damned.
Note: the NYU files:
The public defender, the guy who tortured me into a “confession”, joined the whole charade in warning me to leave my NYU letters offline once I got out of jail or I’d get put right back in jail: forever. I’ve let that intimidate me, normally insanely brave, from 2007 to date. But: Now that Florida has refused to renew my drivers license, helping NJ shake me down via false record keeping (details coming elsewhere), I’m ready to give up, damn the torpedoes, resurrect what I regarded in 2006 as my latest masterpiece, latest of many: post my NYU letter: and explain it: point out the literary effects the prosecution was blind to, I presume deliberately blind.Interesting concept: can a kleptocracy, dedicated to corporatism profits at the cost of survivability, be thought to be “deliberte” about anything? Can crucifiers be regarded as sentient?
They certainly have universities parading under that masque. The church pretended it was a conduit from God: while it behaved as a block. Not that God’s messages are easy to see under the best of circumstances.
Anyway: I got out of jail. One year later I got my computers back, de-networked, but I gathered them enough to be reposting as much of K. as I have: here, for all to see (if only people could see). Meeting my darling Jan had made my old age wonderful, wonderful, blest. But: going blind, etc., I’m on my way out: I might as well give the state the finger once again even though it may again destroy, double destroy my old age. Jan reverses my aging process: I do the same for her, so cute! at eighty-three!!! But still, cooperating in the state’s murder of me may be my best possible final act.
Remember: Rome violated its own law in crucifying Jesus (death by torture was reserved for those who had been convicted of violating Roman law: as Pilat observed, Jesus had broken no Roman law, Pilat didn’t care what offenses he might have committed against his Jews.
Now here, the US violated its own most sacred law — freedom of speech — to shut me down. Now I’m going to tempt them to do it again. Double damnation.
But of course an even better view would be that its own most sacred laws were violated when I was five and forced to go to school: state serfs, state chatel, freedom a joke, a strictly eidetic reality: that is to say, strictly an illusion.
Ha, all that’s presuming my neighbors will let me live long enough for the fed thugs to return. Human institutions persecute non-kleptocratic helpers, but the people themselves, without intellect, without intelligence, nevertheless know how to shore up their dykes against seas of truth. If the Romans hand’t crucified Jesus, those whose blindness he cured, those whose devils he drove out, would have stoned him, flayed him, ground him to suet.
I’ll resurrect the NYU letters and try to recreate its context, at least hint at its context, blogs being far short of domains in power. I’ll link from here.