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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.
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Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 8. 62 ff (trans. Way) (Greek epic C4th A.D.) :
"A ruining storm maddens along the wide gulfs of the deep, and moans Amphitrite (the Sea-queen) with her anguished waves which sweep from every hand, uptowering like precipiced mountains, while the bitter squall, ceaselessly veering, shrieks across the sea."
Albion, of Great Britain, was a descendant of Amphitrite.
...like Charybdis.
Le vertige, one of my favorite French words.
http://pagesperso-orange.fr/handicap.sensoriel/vertiges.htm
Ha, the latter is a selfie. I remember walking in the dark and the rain through an English garden with a keyhole-shaped door.
Vespertine means wasp-building, or evening blooming, and while I do not pine for anything from that time, I am glad there is another shimmering album.
Three-times-around Amphitrite:
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Amphitrite#mediaviewer/File:Nerr0329.jpg
http://makezine.com/2009/07/08/greenhouses-from-glass-negatives/
THE CONTINUO
What can you do with this
Wind, you can't
Reason with it, entertain it, send
It back, live on it or with it, fold it
Away and forget it, coming at you
All the time perfectly
Empty no face no background,
Before you know it, needing
No doors,
Lighting out of trees, flags, windows of
Fallen buildings, with a noise that could
Run its own trains, what
Can you learn from it
Leaving its shoes all over the place
Turning day and night
Into backyards
Where it knows the way.
W.S. Merwin, from The Moving Target (1963)
The scar from a forceps delivery, near my left eye, is apparent. I feel much better than I was then, in all senses.
The last book I thought seriously of reading before falling into last night's exhaustion was Merwin's The Folding Cliffs.
https://merwinconservancy.org/2012/12/poem-of-the-week-a-passage-from-the-folding-cliffs/
Sight by W.S. Merwin's The Rain in the Trees (1988)
Once
a single cell
found that it was full of light
and for the first time there was seeing
when
I was a bird
I could see where the stars had turned
and I set out on my journey
high
in the head of a mountain goat
I could see across a valley
under the shining trees something moving
deep
in the green sea
I saw two sides of the water
and swam between them
I
look at you
in the first light of the morning
for as long as I can
I won't use the first line in the Morningstar sketch. I wonder if that is what started this unrest.
Exercise 91.
Saunter sounds like sans terre, both of which apply. I am getting my hair lightened today.
https://www.stylist.co.uk/beauty/hair/blonde-hair-cheugy/592881
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VKHqTZahC3-BbgKVGhF3ZyAUC9m4wzOF/view?usp=drivesdk
I want to go back to being a brunette, which happens the next six weeks, in July.
Your hair means that I have to up my hair game.
Persian cucumbers. At Cava. I get the pre-built salads. My combinations, like black lentils and braised lamb, with eight vegetable toppings, do not turn out right.
https://cava.com/locations/roanoke-va
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