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"[...]a vessel cleaving the dungeon of the waves[...]"
You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Never miss a word
You're Infinite Jest!
by David Foster Wallace
While you1 consider yourself2 to be clever,
there are those3 who think you're just full of yourself or, perhaps worse,
playing a joke4 on everyone around you, and yet you are pretty sure that
you really are that brilliant after all, since people would hardly take the time to
get to know you5 if they didn't care very deeply about what you had to
say to them, to wit, about their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their
drug habits, and of course what videos6 they prefer to watch, since,
after all, your impressive vocabulary and tendency to go on and on7 makes
you seem superior, able to educate them, and really drive a sense of something
ineffable into their measly little skulls while you are not above making a cheap
gag or really going after anyone or anything or telling them about incredible
futures involving tennis, geopolitics, and
1Meaning you personally, not someone like you or your own
personal daddy, for example.
2As well as you can see yourself, which, frankly, may not be that well.
3Though we wouldn't deign to be so peripatetic as to name them here, mind.
4Jokes, though not common in Victorian England, were known to originate
sometime in ancient history, perhaps as early as the time of Babylon, or even before.
It is thought that the history of the joke plays an integral role in the mindset of
the characters depicted here, though you may disagree at this point, in which case I
am facing quite the dilemma in relaying this narrative, no?
5It is rather time consuming, after all.
6Ha!
7and on and on and on...
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're The Metamorphosis!
by Franz Kafka
Though you think you're in the midst of a dream, the fact of the
matter is that your life has become a nightmare. The nightmare at first seems
horrific to you, but you are slowly able to adjust to the facts of the matter
and settle down and make do with what you've been given. There are those that
would say you're pointless and absurd, but you're really just trying to
demonstrate that people can (and do) adapt to anything, no matter how absurd
it is. Not that this will really inspire them to change, because they probably
don't understand.
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
About Me
- Σφιγξ
- possesses wholly unmerited academic pretensions; examines love as an entomologist; collects haunted dollshouses; notes the lunar phase as regularly as the temperature; peruses field guides; reads like a serial magazine subscriptionist; functions through coffee and "mood" music; draws to the very corners of the page; takes notes on unlined paper; reads poetry as prayer; observes textual authority with the incredulity of fiction; suppresses the smart-ass answer(s); adapts as well as anyone beseiged by her own bibelots; she is a sensation seeker in spite of all of this.
22 comments:
I must read this play:
http://www.nationmaster.com/encyclopedia/The-Trachiniae
Getting the hindquarters right:
http://abbasworks.blogspot.com/2006/12/centaur-sculpture-wip.html
I have this recurring dream of standing before a mineral exhibit in someone's poorly lit house, and taking each colorful mineral...describing the taste.
Astronomy, astrology, taste receptors etc...they appeal so much because of the unseen forces at work.
I really like unfamiliar orthography...it recalls being a child again and writing the characters without a real sense of their sound combinations or customary placements.
Her eyebrows are styled to resemble a Venetian mask, no?
Anyway, I supported the on-line gaming industry (for free):
http://www.tarot.com/tarot/print.php?rID=TRT-dc88e9d4fa7da06575b750a7a3ec
I think an epicurean tarot of my own conception is in order...an interpretive photo for each symbol-ridden device.
The Rider-Waite deck?
Tarot appeals to me because it reshuffles the collective unconscious. I often find differently-minded others sharing the same vocabulary.
Of course, the best:
http://toriffic.co.uk/vertical_oracle/index.html
The William Arrowsmith translation of Alcestis also features a Cycladic figure; I am collecting them.
"All were written in the same hectoring tone, at once minatory and obscure, like the oracular deliriums of an insane witch. Their overall import was strangely disturbing, not so much for the content of the poems as for the deranged mind behind them. Aurora Day was obviously living in a private world she took very seriously indeed."
J.G. Ballard's "Studio 5, The Stars" (1961)
There is the lifetime frustration with the schoolgirl's cordoned visits, of taking the tourist's meals and views, but then realizing if one was dropped like Gulliver someplace, it might not be anymore illuminating due to panic. One practices walking around familiar places as much as new cities, as the trekker with dark sunglasses searching for somewhere suitable to land.
Hebrews 10:39.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyVW9KX0FvTnFQSkU/view?usp=sharing
Strange. I had meant Hebrews 11:11, then, and it finally became relevant, 10:39, recently.
"[The] place where the two seas meet is the locus of the mystical journey, 'where the dead fish becomes alive,' where spiritual teachings become a living substance that nourishes the wayfarer. When we meet our teacher, when we meet our path, this is what happens; something becomes alive within our heart and soul: we become nourished not by spiritual texts or teaching, but by direct transmission. The spiritual journey is a way to live with this spiritual substance, to be burned by its fire, to be consumed by its love."
—Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee, WHERE THE TWO SEAS MEET: A Sufi master’s reflections on the divine and the human, PARABOLA, Spring 2012
http://khidr.org/pix/khidr-and-ilyas-as-ab-hayya.jpg
http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/illustration-of-the-sufi-saint-khidr-wearing-a-green-robe-news-photo/96818271
I liked these images. Thank you, for reminding me of us.
http://paris1900.lartnouveau.com/paris_les_fontaines.htm
I was anticipating it; now, to set each fountain as an esoteric venue, with accompanying plates...
https://books.google.com/books?id=L46Pm0JG1UIC&lpg=PA259&dq=Ancient%20Evenings%20Mailer%20%22two%20lands%22&pg=PA259#v=onepage&q=Ancient%20Evenings%20Mailer%20%22two%20lands%22&f=false
http://static.wixstatic.com/media/f51105_6435d9acd73a40f1a8b66d99f7325b81.jpg_srz_583_833_75_22_0.50_1.20_0.00_jpg_srz
You were right, to point out the tent from the last card. I was hesitant to use a text from Apartheid SA, but this provided further context:
https://books.google.com/books?id=MM8UAAAAIAAJ&lpg=PA113&dq=Hebrews%2011%3A9%20as%20in%20a%20foreign%20land%2C%20dwelling%20in%20tents&pg=PA113#v=onepage&q=Hebrews%2011:9%20as%20in%20a%20foreign%20land,%20dwelling%20in%20tents&f=false
I read these articles from Scientific American MIND in the waiting room (surrounded by many, many labradors, with my cat carrier).
This is very exciting, for CVA rehabilitation, cerebral palsy, stimulating spinal stem cell effectors, and particularly for young servicemen and women with traumatic brain injuries.
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/next-generation-exoskeletons-will-meld-mind-and-machine/
http://www.eksobionics.com/ekso
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAWT5CeoH9g
I know, this is about babies, but I want to hear your body speak, and together, all to our living book.
https://books.google.com/books?id=7_npBAAAQBAJ&lpg=PA69&dq=the%20intrepid%20explorer%20of%20the%20desired%2C%20desiring%20otherness%20that%20used%20to%20be%20called%20the%20divine&pg=PA69#v=onepage&q=the%20intrepid%20explorer%20of%20the%20desired,%20desiring%20otherness%20that%20used%20to%20be%20called%20the%20divine&f=false
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/touch-s-social-significance-could-be-explained-by-unique-nerve-fibers/
Here is an image I am incorporating for Exercise 48, by Discalced Carmelites:
https://archive.org/stream/ichnographiaembl00disca#page/129/mode/2up
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6e/Pyrophone_(2).JPG
https://spoiledframe.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/copie-conforme.png
I will put it, here, when it is finished.
I neglected to put this here, until now:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jybnlTUUpGdTQ2Ykk/view?usp=sharing
Exercise 86 will go here.
https://youtu.be/PZ1NkHF_CAQ
https://youtu.be/plAAjT-W66g
https://m.soundcloud.com/placeboworld/lifes-what-you-make-it
https://biblioklept.org/2013/10/14/the-complete-short-stories-of-j-g-ballard-third-riff-stories-of-1961/
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/289145238584613868#imgViewer
https://www.newscientist.com/article/2341255-a-complex-network-of-fungi-links-orchids-in-the-rainforest-canopy/#:~:text=High%20in%20the%20rainforest%20canopy,a%20target%20for%20conservation%20efforts.
Tree ID went well. I wore my quercia-making Liberty Swirling Petals Tana Lawn and buckskin khakis.
I have a pristine copy of The Centaur (1963) for a sukkot card, Samech (60). Entre chien et loup, hence the sanctuary of the samech.
https://www.google.com/search?q=The+Centaur+Updike&sca_esv=d6c2da0847de0b9a&sca_upv=1&udm=2&sxsrf=ADLYWILTJ4DdPzvPrLunWHBBgk2hdaruhQ:1716214679863&source=lnms&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj9zefytZyGAxWl48kDHahCDmYQ0pQJCBY&biw=412&bih=785&dpr=1.75#vhid=o8Jgn8AAmtKYjM&vssid=mosaic
https://books.google.com/books?id=Y6gIqM8qhGsC&pg=PT6&source=kp_read_button&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&gboemv=1#v=onepage&q&f=false
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