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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.
7 comments:
I have always loved their sound and their questing after the inscrutable...
It is not really the violence at the ending, or the alleged claustrophobia that draws me into Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du Commerce,1080 Bruxelles (1975), only the immense effort at maintaining this stability. The subject is in economic freefall (how long can she keep this up?), and she is sustaining this home for her son. In the final accounting, is was all there really is for most people.
https://www.criterion.com/current/posts/1215-a-matter-of-time-jeanne-dielman-23-quai-du-commerce-1080-bruxelles
That there was no point to her life, but to reproduce it, and that was enough.
https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/observations/why-is-my-brain-tingling/
*this was/is all
https://youtu.be/isN6P3y0_0E?si=rus3sTsGoRoiBXD2
A social worker at my work is 29, and finds herself a mother to two stepchildren. I told her about my experience with Siena, which was a fruitful effort, and my experience with Elevendy, which has yet to justify the effort.
In the latter case, a child being unreceptive and resentful because of her mother is not a worthwhile cause.
We had an addict requiring vascular surgery and split-thickness skin grafting (STSG) for her arms ravaged by fentanyl laced with xylocaine. She gave up two children for adoption, and I had to get another urine HCG test for the record.
What fools the aging parents were to be investing all of themselves on the spawn of this ingrate.
https://www.dovepress.com/necrosis-of-the-thumb-after-inadvertent-injection-of-diclofenac-in-the-peer-reviewed-fulltext-article-JPR
She was an ingrate not because she was an addict, but she did care at all about anyone in the pursuit of her one outlet in life.
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