Blood Ocean, Moon Ice...preparing now for this eventide's writing.
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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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SETTING COURSE FOR THE HELIOPAUSE
Out where the solar wind gives out, beyond
the farthest planet, your widespread sails’ desire
collapses. Or, it would. The bodiless ice
of space would harbor you, if the grave bonds
that hold you here let go, if you were hurled,
fantastic clipper pushed by protean streams,
past the heliosphere. As in a dream,
you’d leave, released. Like lust, love would furl.
But now you see he’s touched you, in his mind
again. And more than touched. The other word
waits at your lips. You laugh. Your loosed heart stirs.
A whirlpool swirls, wanting’s unwanted stars.
Still you set sail: you’ll sing, where last land grays
in thinnest light, sharp chanteys of slow rage.
http://www1.hollins.edu/homepages/
larsenj/starry.htm
My perception of time is couched in geological timescales and pressures. Rhyolite is classified as a felsic rock due to its high concentration of silicates, like granite. This article suggests that rhyolite composition relies on the iron and magnesium rich like blood parent, mafic rock. http://m.petrology.oxfordjournals.org/content/44/9/1703.full
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/why-does-indonesian-volcano-burn-bright-blue-180949576/?utm_source=smithsoniantopic&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=20140209-Weekender
http://vimeo.com/99908276
I am overly paranoid someone besides the recipient is reading this, but my attempts at clarification are even worse. Since December 2012, there is no one else I mean to channel.
While giving it a try, Gentry Lee could not conceive of the vision of the subsequent books from Clarke's Rendezvous with Rama (1973). I have them up to the fourth book, and I might be obliged to read them all and search for lacunae.
https://www.fictiondb.com/series/rama~13876.htm
"The various complex structures that could be seen hanging from the dome overhead were perhaps no more disconcerting than the pendent candelabras in some great concert hall of Earth" (105).
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rendezvous_with_Rama?fbclid=IwAR31gSZS7QjUuRCcKg_If7aFHG2a-2BA5MGe3EwSCioZM2fLtquXQZqAi2s#/media/File%3ARama_copy.jpg
https://youtu.be/6rv7nPodKc0
https://galle.substack.com/p/louis-hestaux-and-the-marine-life?r=bwtad&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&utm_source=facebook&fbclid=IwAR1_gDojZiLUGkbvR2h80f3UDPEn16uAILYGBOj5zvv4fN_X2KsVKiW1zGM
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