scratching itching papyrus

And, they came onto the lady saying, “Won’t you tell us of your darkness, pleas/e?!”

And, she grinned, ” What darkness? I can show your eyes No-Thing wherever there is no light. What could I glimpse of my darkness, anyhow? I simply embrace it.”

I’m a real kunst of a Kirkegaardian Kant.

They only came in the hopes of eating anguished eyes, anyhow.

What daunts you, motivates me.

What stalls you, puts the spurrs to my flanks.

What spurns you, ewe, encourages me whilst scaring ewes.

So, how could it not be hard for us to meet, one to the other, in the middle?

Where the splinter impales skin from leaden pencils frantically scratching

itching papyrus.

Rubber meeting ridden road,

Bug to windshield; the hood of a jacket grasped against hailing precipitation, frozen.

All in & either or.

And, of course, people who posture by peeking over paperback bios of punk rockers, yet cannot hum a single song, piss me off.

happy birthday, Monster.

I’m a bulldog for R.E.M being recognized for the amazing punks they are.

Southern Gothic Punk.

The album Monster turned 25 years old the other day.

What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?

/I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream…/

Yeah, /I never understood tha frequency (uh hum)/ either.

/Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”…

I couldn’t understand/

‘Til recently.

Well, the last time I saw Richard was Detroit in ’68.

And he told me: all romantics meet the same fate.

What’s the Frequency, Kenneth? Remaster. Given as a present to listeners,

along with a delightful, contextualization presented by original and remaster producer Scott Linn.

An awesome, quick interview.

He wanted “to take another crack at it.”

I dig both.

Re: Strange Currencies

David Foster Wallace really dug it during one particular book tour.

Read all about from the words of (a very thoughtful) other.

I.e. read it in many fewer words than DFW would have described it in, with hardly any footnotes. Giggle.

This particular anecdote is my favorite from the entire book.

/I don’t know why you’re mean to me./

/The fool might be my middle name./

/Take you there and make you mine./

/These words will be mine./

/I tripped and fell./

/I wanna feel it now./

/You know with love comes strange currencies; and here is my appeal:

I need a chance. A second chance. A third chance. A fourth chance…

[Insert magical, hard to decipher words here]

To catch myself and make it real./

Everything and more.

The handmade amatory ambit.

The amatory ambit which I occupy indicates, to the ears of my heart, that

I am the succulent strumpet sometimes called succubus; and it is I to whom you succum/b. My scribbl/es are ascribed to Scribes, all of whom scrieve, for example, scriveners, a penman, and amanuensis.

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Just scratching lead to papyrus.



Ambit: (n) that which bounds; a boundary; also the sphere or scope; circumference.

Amatory: designed to excite love, sexual love specifically .

Succulent: the quality of being juicy and fleshy.!

Strumpet: a prostitute.

Succum: as under a burden, yield; to die.

Succumb: to sink down.

Scrieve: to glide swiftly along; Also, to reel off, as a story.

Succubus: a class of demon who has intercourse with humans while they sleep

Scribbl/es: to write or draw hastily or carelessly; to fill or cover something with careless or worthless writings or drawled envelope; a piece of writing or a drawing that is done quickly or carelessly

amanuensis: (n) one employed to write from dictation or to copy manuscript like a calligrapher, copyist, or scribe.

In Latin, the phrase servus a manu translates loosely as “slave with secretarial duties.” (The noun manu, meaning “hand,” gave us words such as manuscript, originally meaning a document written or typed by hand.

In the 17th century the second part of this phrase was borrowed into English to create amanuensis, a word for a person who is employed (willingly) to do the important but sometimes menial work of transcribing the words of another.

I am a trenchant blade.

The kunst of a trenchant blade.

Unity does not provide

immunity, imp.

Impunity.

I am held fast, tonight, by unseen forces.

Letting letters flash before my eyes. Solitary reverie.

A silent moment un-obfuscated by the conversations of idle chatter.

I got nothing to talk to anybody about

on this Night Ride Home.

[]

An attempted review of causal factors.

A language within a language.

An odd mood becomes me these past couple of nights.

An internal bio-rhythm harkening me. But what does it signal? To what effect?

Am I being daft?

I know that which I miss, but what am I missing?

What did I miss?

Miss his hiss.

Misses Hiss.

[]

The corona is the crown of a head. Not a crown worn on a head.

Korone, garland wreath,

bursting from your skull as effulgent plumes, loops,

and multiform streams.

Plasma was found to be the fourth type of matter in the 1920’s.

Plasma derived from the ancient Greek word meaning

moldable substance.

Lightning and neon light produces plasma.

Corona is an aura of plasma

that surrounds the Sun and other stars.

[]

I am unrelenting not ceaseless. I am the yield of not yielding in strength, severity, or determination.

However, constant and unending?

Like a northern star?

Where’s that at? If you want me I’ll be in the bar.

[]

Wandering star, Venus.

The Greeks came to accept

what the Babylonians had already known.

The Status Quo and Muddy Waters.

They dedicated

The

Wanderer

To Aphrodite.

Vespers:

Supper

Prayers to the

Evening Star in the

West.

Roman Hesperus and Phosphorous.

.Hesperus is to Venus. :: .Phosphorus is to Eosphorus.

nOn Sense and Reference.

《》

INTERPRETATO GRÆCA :: INTERPRETATO ROMANA

“Greek/Roman translations.” Interpretations by means of Greek/Roman models.

A discourse that is a comparative methodology used to look for

equivalence/s

correspondence/s

resemblance/s

《Pliny the Elder》

NOMINA ALIA ALIIS GENTIBUS

The translatability of deities as different names to different people.

The syncretism of the Hellenistic.

《》

Die Krisis der europäischen Wissenchaften und die transzendentale Phänomenologie.

Telos: an ultimate object or aim

Entelech: realization of potential ; the supposed vital principle that guides the development and functioning of an organism or system

The sēmeion as the signal evidencing the daimonion.

A Phædo.

Water, no ice.

I seat you.

I put down

Menu/s.

Menues.

minutes of

minute

minuettes

A fun dance, perhaps,

Menuet?

<>

Your food arrives.

You chew and

Swallow it into your

hollow.

Hallow and also

a shallow wallow.

Low halls, and(,) walls.

<>

Allow

how many commas in the Oxford Comma?

Coma correction.

<>

Your indignity makes me indignant.

Indigestion is caused by digestion but not

by the undigestable.

Top Quotes from Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco

Umberto Eco became like a new Hermann Hesse to me, over the last two years.

I have only read Foucault’s Pendulum and On Literature, but these were undertakings filled with amazing rabbit holes.

I recently reread the pages of notes I took from Foucault’s Pendulum. A very hermetic-y work, at least to my unaffiliated eyes.

Here are my favorites.

Believe there is a secret and you will feel like an initiate. It costs nothing…to live as if there were a Plan.

To dismantle the world into two saraband of anagrams.

Le monde est fait pour aboutir a un livre (faux).

Tout se tient.

Books of diabolicals must not innovate.

Yearning for mystery. Initiation is learning never to stop.

The most powerful secret is a secret without content.

Foucault’s Pendulum

Umberto Eco, Author, Eco, Author, William Weaver, Translator Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH) (656p) ISBN 978-0-15-132765-2. Trade edition.

Belligerent B’s

break

bread.

[tread the thread]

breadth read, dear.

red

breath. rath. dare tar he/r.

breathe bare, bear.

here

hear

her beat- tab.

hearth- the heart,

ear at the earth.

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heat herb tea. bard art. he

bathed at

Bath.

bather: hare; bat; rat.

rate brat hate

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