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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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Καλλιόπη Calliope
Κλειώ Clio
Ἐρατώ Erato
Eὐτέρπη Euterpe
Μελπομένη Melpomène
Πολυύμνια Polyhymnia
Τερψιχόρη Terpsichore
Θάλεια Thalia
Οὐρανία Urania
ἐνέργεια ... Energeia (definitely)
I do not remember everything that I have written. The project is about exploring the hierarchies among seemingly disparate, new information. One of my favorite novels by Martin Amis is The Information. A life at one's desk, with equ
equivalent unpopulist moments away, is better than not. If I succumb to forgetfulness, or if it happens to someone I love, I won't say it was for the lack of Vegas weekends that the carefully tended biology is failing me now. I did exactly what I wanted, and made the choices as they were presented.
Being needed is better than being free; so hard to understand for most people. When one is perceptive, to identify the need, it comes with the obligations that are too much for most.
http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31900000/Beautiful-Mantis-praying-mantises-31946987-850-1137.jpg
I did not want to consign this to forgetfulness.
"In 1947 Matisse painted Le Silence habité des maisons. It is reproduced in Sir Lawrence Gowing's Matisse, only very small and in black and white." —A.S. Byatt's "Art Work" from The Matisse Stories (1993)
"And so they both lay there in silence, both dozing now and then, yet dreamlessly close to one another—until, as every morning at seven, there was a knock upon the bedroom door and, with the usual noises from the street, a triumphant sunbeam coming in between the curtains, and a child's gay laughter from the adjacent room, another day began" (Dream Story, Schnitzler, trans. J.W.Q. Davies, 1999, 99).
http://www.mchampetier.com/oeuvres-vendues-de-Henri-Matisse-53-0-art-et-estampes.html
October?
October 8, 2014.
I left Vermilion Sands, for now, because as I was trying to play in biofabrics, I was tempting disintegration or desertion. In a less insecure frame of mind, I feel neither of these, and I realize that to suggest such a thing is very hurtful. Oftentimes, when I sense that I cannot find my expression on terra firma, I imagine sparsely populated abstractions, and escaping there is the worst thing to do.
I would like to assert that I can appear before having tied up as much as I can, but the truth is that I have earned the honor? horror? of pursuing such non-remunerative things by remaining under the thumb of my family. If I wait until October, I can see how much I can draw from them.
And I am bracing myself, for the moment when you cite the backwardness of all of this, and how you managed at an equivalent age to be at this checkpoint, and so on. I would counter with this,
the entire truth is more than I can bare, much less communicate, so let's strive to be productive now.
I do not have the expectation of being a drag on you in any way, and if these terms are unsatisfactory, I will understand.
https://books.google.com/books?id=rd5vAAAAQBAJ&pg=PA18&dq=aristotle+energeia+being-at-work&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjByfiprt3oAhWjgXIEHfrLBjQQ6AEIVDAG#v=onepage&q=aristotle%20energeia%20being-at-work&f=false
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nZs5-3wFMOk
https://books.google.com/books?id=KKrkP2GT21QC&pg=PA102&dq=council+of+nicaea+constantine+john+passover&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj-pZGD86aFAxVsmIkEHeAvBk8Q6AF6BAgLEAM#v=onepage&q=council%20of%20nicaea%20constantine%20john%20passover&f=false
I remember the 1967 Penguin Modern Classics copy on the parental shelves that followed us with many moves. I remember taking it down as a child, and contemplating the strange title and the cover paintings.
https://images.app.goo.gl/pKJNwsY2DHshDsCP8
To be read. This summer? Maybe James Agee's A Death in the Family (1955).
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