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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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Finding someone else's iPod poses broad existential puzzles:
I found an 80 GB in a street gutter, apparently run over several times.
Here is a preview of someone's audible life:
The Allman Brothers's "Little Martha"
Astor Piazzolla's "Vuelvo al Sur (Koop Remix)"
Bad Company's "Rock 'N' Roll Fantasy"
The Band's "The Weight"
Beck vs Snoop Dogg's "Drop It Like It's Hot vs. Dark Star"
Blur's "Coffee & TV"
Bruce Springsteen's "Atlantic City"
Chingy's "Holladay Inn"
The Church's "Under the Milky Way"
Coldplay's "The Hardest Part"
David Bowie's "Diamond Dogs"
DJ Shadow's "Dark Days (Main Theme)"
Donavan's "Sunshine Superman"
Dr. Dre's "Bitch Please II"
Duran Duran's "Notorious"
Echo & The Bunnymen's "The Killing Moon"
Eric Clapton's "Lay Down Sally"
Fatboy Slim's "Praise You"
Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain"
My Morning Jacket's "Wordless Chorus"
Old Dirty Bastard's "Baby I Got Your Money"
Bob Dylan's "Just Like a Woman"
The Shin's "Sleeping Lessons"
Simon & Garfunkel's "The Boxer"
Talking Heads's "Making Flippy Floppy"
Tears for Fears's "Head Over Heels"
Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers's "American Girl"
A Tribe Called Quest's "Award Tour"
Unkle's "Lonely Soul"
Wu Tang Clan's "Ain't Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit"
If I find myself humming 50 Cent and Eazy E's "This is how we do" I will know why...
I did find* Kings of Convenience/Feist's "Know How"...what a pleasant surprise.
If someone found my iPod, I wonder?
I did not snap this to portray my gullet (the palpable chagrin), but rather to draw attention to the rainforest jasper.
Looks like lichen.
Rainforest Jasper (aka Australian Rain Forest Jasper, Rhyolite, Ryolite)
Rainforest Jasper or Australian Rainforest Jasper, is more specifically known geologically as rhyolite or ryolite. It is known as a stone of resolution and perseverence. It is said to help communication of all kinds, and helps one listen easily and without distorting the message one is hearing. It is also a wonderful stone for meditation. Rainforest Jasper balances the Yin/Yang (masculine and feminine) energies. It can help one allow other people into their lives, even if one has been reclusive or solitary. It is also a stone of protection. Physically, Rainforest Jasper is used for cleansing the liver, regeneration, and general healing. It is related to and helpful with the solar plexus chakra primarily, and also the throat chakra.
http://www.sptimes.com
/2002/03/19/TampaBay/Scientists
_eager_to_l.shtml
Hermann Broch's The Death of Virgil
Fire--the Descent
...
He shifted upward a little on the pillows to ease his aching chest, very cautiously so that the outstretched landscape of himself which seemed to guarantee him clarity might not fall into disorder and confusion as was the case with those who stand erect; then he felt about him for the manuscript-chest and let his hand finger almost tenderly the surface of its rawhide cover; hot and exciting the feeling of work, the compelling feeling of the discoverer, the great wanderer-sense of creation awoke in him, and were it not that simultaneously there sprang up in him the great fear of the wanderer, the terrible fear of the lost wayfarer who mistakes his path in the impenetrability of night, the same profound fear which accompanies all creation, the hotly happy surge in his breast would have quelled the death-anticipation of the admonishing pains there, would have relieved the lack of breath, would have made him forgetful alike of fever's heat or chill, and nothing would have prevented him from immediately sitting down to work, prepared to begin anew, mindful of the task he had to fulfill to the drawing of his last breath, the task which could bring him fulfillment only with his last breath. No, nothing would have restrained him from work, nothing would have been allowed to retrain him, and yet everything did so, and did it so thoroughly that the finishing of the Aeneid had been at a standstill for months past and nothing remained but flight after flight. And neither the disease nor the pains, long since familiar, long since weathered or outwitted, were to be blamed for that, but rather the inescapable, inexplicable unrest, this alarming sense of being lost with no way out, this sharply-felt foreboding of an ever-threatening, ever-present engulfing calamity, its essence indiscerable, its source undiscoverable, especially as one was ignorant of whether the threat lurked within or without[...]
Rhyolite is found in subduction zones, where the interface with the surface water produces explosive, frothy magma called pumice, which is sometimes buoyant.
Definition of Blue by John Ashbery
The rise of capitalism parallels the rise of romanticism.
And the individual is dominant until the close of the nineteenth century.
In our own time, mass practices have sought to submerge the personality
By ignoring it, which has caused it instead to branch out in all directions
Far from the permanent tug that used to be its notion of "home."
These different impetuses are received from everywhere
And are as instantly snapped back, hitting through the cold atmosphere
Into one steady, intense line.
There is no remedy for this "packaging" which has supplanted the old sensations.
Formerly there would have been architectural screens at the point
where the action became most difficult
As a path trails off into shrubbery—confusing, forgotten, yet continuing to exist.
But today there is no point in looking to imaginative new methods
Since all of them are in constant use. The most that can be said for them further
Is that erosion produces a kind of dust or exaggerated pumice
Which fills space and transforms it, becoming a medium
In which it is possible to recognize oneself.
Each new diversion adds its accurate touch to the ensemble, and so
A portrait, smooth as glass, is built up out of multiple corrections
And it has no relation to the space or time in which it was lived.
Only its existence is a part of all being, and is therefore, I suppose, to be prized
Beyond chasms of night that fight us
By being hidden and being present.
And yet it results in a downward motion, or rather a floating one
In which the blue surroundings drift slowly up and past you
To realized themselves some day, while, you, in this nether world that could not be better
Waken each morning to the exact value of what you did and said, which remains.
have* Ok, except that the deadline was Jan. 6.
I will do it.
Dissolution of my dependence here. No, I am not setting sail for Brazil. I think wires were crossed
Is she asking you about the border? Did she ask for your input often as the eldest daughter?
I will restring the rhyolite. In the past, I was not sure if I was the weight of the beads, or the force of an internal pyroclasm, but several such as these managed to explode off my neck at choice times. I will work on Exercise 12 later tonight.
Parapraxis: "I" for "it".
It was well dusted for the millennium, the last time I staged for still life.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyRzVBN3haT3lvUk0/edit?usp=sharing
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyMTRET0l6bmhZVmM/edit?usp=sharing
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyT3hITy1BQ19WTW8/edit?usp=sharing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Y_c4f6WdE
http://www2.le.ac.uk/offices/press/press-releases/2014/may/shattering-past-of-the-2018island-of-glass2019
Learning to give and receive unconditional love.
The Force That through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower.
"We should never feel ashamed of instructing or of needing instruction. The only fault is to reject the opportunity for education if it is offered – however clumsily. Love should be a nurturing attempt by two people to reach their full potential – never just a crucible in which to look for endorsement for all one’s existing failings."
http://www.philosophersmail.com/relationships/if-you-loved-me-you-wouldnt-want-to-change-me/
I will plan Exercise 15 again, to post here.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyUlE5enZ4dHNHQ1U/edit?usp=sharing
Disannul, to make of no effect, a complete action.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyRHVIaVpJWnp4bFk/edit?usp=sharing
Were you going to gently suggest that I leave the mirror part out?
The goats of Exercise 21 are unslaughtered for the blood atonement dictated by Mosaic law.
(I like goats quite a lot, with one of the lesser reasons being chevre. They were once thought of as scavengers of refuse, when they have exquisitely sensitive taste receptors, feeling out the texture of things, only eating with discrimination.) Only sins committed through ignorance were expiated then, in a context of an agrarian culture. Slaughtering an animal had real implications for the fallow months.
A later formulation is that humankind lacks the means to validate and redeem existence alone through works. There is a tendency to value the purpose of work, to cultivate and share one's talents, but they cannot
find their full expression without involving others, and not without allowing Grace.
One cannot articulate emotional things without coevolving with another person.
The civilizing fire up ahead is a purifying influence, which wrought tools and weapons, but frees the animals from their unwitting part in blood sacrifice, i.e. Cosimo di Piero's
The Forest Fire (c.1505). It was only in a protein surplus that mankind could venture out, produce bigger-brained offspring, and make art. In our context, one is aware of the inadequacy of reifying a belief, and feeling too unequal to the manifestation. I have faith that we can speak practically about it in October. Perhaps, one would not be capable of visualizing such things without being adaptable to responsibility.
"Definition of Blue" shows its debt to Vasari's Le Vite (1550), or Agnolo Bronzino's perfected portraits and scenes; of which the preparatory work and studio half-glimpses remain unrecorded, glorified in enamelled lapis lazuli:
"It is a notable thing that whereas many are wont in their last years to do less well than they have done in the past, Bronzino does as well and even better now than when he was in the flower of his manhood, as the works demonstrate that he is executing every day."
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/33203/33203-h/33203-h.htm#img003
http://www.romeing.it/giacometti-galleria-borghese-rome/
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/10823153/Priceless-paintings-threatened-by-Italian-gallerys-broken-air-con.html
Remember, the heading was penned the era if the beads (before they exploded off their trilene), and it was my comment on the inflaming promises that were disannuled when I found another's wedding ring on the bedside table. That lead to the observation, when I read the eulogy of whoever, how the tone and length of an obituary is so often inversely proportional to the lives of the deceased. I would be that witness to another story.
In any case, there is always the threat of action destroying the shared meaning . I look in so many books, not because I lack faith, but because I want to cite the invariability of the basis of that Love, no matter the voices, and without which the endeavor is completely meaningless.
I know you think I indulge myself without working toward certain manifestations, but if the intention is clarified, there is the work, of enchantment.
As fond as I am reading into texts and assigning scripts, I do not want to be Jacqueline Winwar; fully constructed, at the end of the novel. It became an important piece of writing because I do think you are brilliant and radiant like Frederica Potter. No apologies, for that.
Goodness, I notice a lot of missing indefinite articles; it must have been emotional at the time, to skip by the editor.
https://schabrieres.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/jacques-goorma-quel-est-lage-de-mon-regard/
http://www.futura-sciences.com/photos/diaporama/lithops-ces-plantes-cailloux-joyaux-deserts-africains-696/#xtor=EPR-17-%5BQUOTIDIENNE%5D-20150410-%5BACTU-Les-lithops--ces-plantes-cailloux-joyaux-des-deserts-africains%5D
https://youtu.be/j4v7PFw5wA0
https://books.google.com/books?id=AEArDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PA103&ots=YGc1plABTA&dq=%22During%20the%20firing%20process%2C%20the%20petuntse%20(bai%20dunzi)%20melted%20to%20form%20a%20natural%20glass%2C%20while%20the%20kaolin%20remained%20resistant%20to%20heat%2C%20which%20allowed%20the%20item%20to%20hold%20its%20shape.%20When%20the%20two%20materials%20fused%20together%2C%20the%20resultant%20material%20was%20a%20piece%20of%20true%2C%20hard-paste%20porcelain.%22&pg=PA103#v=onepage&q=%22During%20the%20firing%20process,%20the%20petuntse%20(bai%20dunzi)%20melted%20to%20form%20a%20natural%20glass,%20while%20the%20kaolin%20remained%20resistant%20to%20heat,%20which%20allowed%20the%20item%20to%20hold%20its%20shape.%20When%20the%20two%20materials%20fused%20together,%20the%20resultant%20material%20was%20a%20piece%20of%20true,%20hard-paste%20porcelain.%22&f=false
https://dailygalaxy.com/2018/10/a-prebiotic-earth-missing-link-found-on-saturns-moon-titan/
https://books.google.com/books?id=P5FlDQAAQBAJ&pg=PP9&dq=yama&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjE1JaTrv7dAhWonuAKHWk6B2gQ6AEIPjAF#v=onepage&q=yama&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=CxRQDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PP1&dq=The%20Chandelier%20Lispector&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q=The%20Chandelier%20Lispector&f=false
https://www.portesmagazine.com/birds-of-greece-gallery
https://brigittemars.com/other/remembering-rosemary-2-2/
"It had never really occurred to him, in the deep centre of conviction, that she [Amy] might not like this place. It would never occur to him that what must be, might not. The rose that they would plant was already taking root outside the window of the plain house, its full flowers falling to the floor, scenting the room with its scent of crushed tobacco (White, The Tree of Man, p. 24).
I am taking a week off from December 10 in order to decide what I want, now that I will be entering my 36th year. Before it is too late
I will likely read The Chandelier in December. I should amend it to say that it is not too late, but I am afraid of going this far and not finding what I should be cultivating for my long-term growth.
Ironically, my farm elective features visiting a goat meat farm today.
https://extension.msstate.edu/sites/default/files/topic-files/goats/commongoatdiseases.pdf
The other opening: a transfer agreement with Roanoke College for accounting. I saw it on the front page of the paper. The proximity and the seamless transition; unlike an online program, I find, is a potential option.
To be read:
https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Inner_Life_of_Animals/i_sjDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=The%20Inner%20Life%20of%20Animals%20Wohlleben&pg=PP1&printsec=frontcover
I remember a scene like this, from Marjorie Morningstar (1955):
"Marjorie felt absurdly like a movie character snooping for clues at a murder scene. There were ashtrays on the night tables at either side of the bed. They had not recently been emptied. In the ashtray on the side near the window, the butts were red with lipstick. In the other ashtray the butts were white. Both trays were equally full.
'Do you know you are standing there like a sleepwalker?' Noel said. 'Come on, I'm starving.'
It was impossible to ask him about the ashtrays. It was too low, too humiliating; it was comical. She could grin, thinking about it. And yet she could hardly breathe. She followed him out and down the stairs (325-6)."
Restrained desire. The damage one does to soul lusting after the wrong people is invisible. The physical damage cannot be understated.
My words entrap me. Being a covert sensualist does not make me a pursuer of the next std reservoir(e).
https://books.google.com/books?id=1M-ganSU70kC&pg=PA215&dq=repentance+for+batsheva+tehillim+51&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiW4LKE7LeFAxVajYkEHSM5BhgQ6AF6BAgOEAM#v=onepage&q=repentance%20for%20batsheva%20tehillim%2051&f=false
I am reading Tehillim lamed-hei or XXXV with a kitten on my lap in bed drinking coffee. I am looking out the window to the blooming double-blossom cherry tree.
Someone told me this horrible story that I could not unhear yesterday about a physician in a momentary lapse taking up with this compromising person who blabbering that he liked anal stimulation. He perched his buttocks in her face after the first date, and thereafter she bought man-themed wet wipes for their assignations. He still uses today.
My silence was broken with the non-judgmental observation, "how could someone of his stature, in that decade of life, not know this?"
*was blabbering
The collective television in the hall was playing this.
https://youtu.be/GbSZomz9COU?si=0ntYyaSg8FjXqba_
I am quite familiar with the other slang version of beso negro. Is this brand making an innuendo? Faire du lèche-cul seulement après doucher.
https://bloomperfume.com/products/beso-negro
One cannot talk like this or even contemplate a time where divulging of details like this can approach Atzilut blue; not Ossian (a patchwork of Macpherson's song cycle).
https://www.google.com/books/edition/The_Shambhala_Guide_to_Kabbalah_and_Jewi/jebDCQAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=atzilut%20blue&pg=PT23&printsec=frontcover
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