The suspenseful declension inclined
clinal curves of conviviality.
It makes me smile, then shirk
…then smile again
eye rolling down into a shoulder shrugging rasp laugh.
{you gotta be quite-quiet when you live in an apartment}
Inclinations are just
as they ever are, even if others are disinclined.
A kind retired woman lives below my flat.
Kindly uncompassionate and compassionately unkind.
{or vice versa}.
The difference between merciless and unmerciful.
{or vice versa}.
The vortex belongs to a dust devil
Driving itself across scorched earth.
A man’s head covered in a vermillion tar-bush
Foot-pressed to its state by a wo/man in love with him.
This is the kind of love that enabled
The second exodus.
Washing and care instructions:
Love materials before wearing.
It does not make sense, giggle.
As much as it does not make sense to…
…ask if the metric is true & the imperial system/s fake.
If the Cartesian (Descartes had strange experiences with letters on a train) coordinates are true and the polar coordinate systems of geometry that are non-Cartesian are false.
One geometry can not be truer than another geometry.
It (one over the other) can only be more convenient.
AND
There is nothing wrong with a bit of convenience.
ALL RULES HAVE EXCEPTIONS.
ALL RULES ARE EXCEPTIONAL.
ALL EXCEPTIONS MAKE THE RULE.
THE RULE WITHOUT EXCEPTION IS EXCEPTIONABLE.
[it is an exception to the starting rule
that all rules have exceptions]
You die a voodoo death because everyone else expects it of you.
The uncommon tragedy of the commons is that there is nothing anyone cares to do.
Contagions of group expectations afflict your field of view.
A cursed question put on you–
Would you die if no one
thought you would?
Or, could.
Authority instructs you to confront mortality.
You are part of the totality,
but individually, you are
also, a triviality
What I may be is the value of a binary threshold function.
Insert the prefix ‘looking-‘
to ‘-glass house’.
Suddenly, and without warning (giggle-howl) a hypocrite becomes a stranger in a strange-land.
Why had she said so much?
Why did she not listen?
Again? Selfish?
She knew it kinda hurt.
So, she wo/andered as she wa/ondered.
Could 24 hours of her silence help her hear?
Speak, please.
If you wilt.
She is patient.
The line is not: You pay for what you get.
The steganographia is not the encryption is not the transcryption,
Nor is it the ostensible coding.
Encoding=scribing.
The poison is the dose.
The doz>s>e is the poison.
The map is not the region.
“Here I do have a theory: Perhaps we got across because we sailed on the ocean and not on a map.”
THE RA EXPEDITIONS
Thor Heyerdahl
DOUBLEDAY publishing
Page (ostensibly) 341 aka M(42)
Imagine that ( x ) = x in subSCRIPT
Here you find (sub)SCrypçione
The lyric is: you get what you pay for.
Indra.
Figures & Illustrations are never un-welcomed–i don’t care who you are.
Like, a phrase like “Get Outta tha Cab!!!”–can be good, nonclean and funny–don’t matter who, ya arse.
Note: with the Diagram to the right of Indra, I wonder, could the tool of induction be used along with the def. of induction coil such that even the most lay-of-laymen could ennoble the manifestation of the thing from the idea. Reach into the ether, pinch finger-to-thumb and make-manifest a machine from the immaterial?
Howl yeah, í reckon.
Words4Free
and
Illustrating Examples
En-courag-IngPen March hairz.
Predator [no entry|no subentry]
*related entry predatory
*note the ‘derived from’ information (i.e. prædor).
The aposiopesis that-
Be silent.
Breathe in through your nose. Now out again.
Breathe a’nosed ampersand your throat holds
your vocal chords
like the high hat gets grabbed after being struck.
Affecting a dinging dash, effectively curt-short.
My aprosexia caused the aposiopesis heard.
The quiet heard round the world.
A black star beheld.
Image captured and imagined.
Both facts of apropos material manifesting.
a priori.
Literally, from what is before.
a posteriori
Reasoning from facts and/or effect
to principles and/or cause
,í am in a state of chaos,
..like swans carried about as on a mirror pond..
}}}í drift(?) as if í have nowhere to rest{{{
Find a duck if you want to be followed and have followers.
Find a goose if you need something for your stew pot.
Allow swans their songs in the keynote of ecstasy.
Sung in silence for one who hears.
Become beside yourself; and admire the garden of live flowers
This odd tale appears to coalesce within my mind with “the Chemical Wedding of/by Christian Rosenkreutz,” (Johannes Valentinus Andreae), “The Beautiful Dream,” (Hermann Hesse), “The Parabola of Madathanus,” as well as, but more peripherally “The Great God Pan” (Arthur Machen) and “The Circular Ruins” (Jorge Borges).
All of the first four texts i referenced require minutia in tracing.
So, if this looks tedious, it cuz it is. It is not craven or unnecessary. If you think it is, this ain’t your kind of reading materials (even though you have read them already in some incarnation or iteration).
Such endeavors are best suited to scratch & scrawl, not typing, for me.
I have rabbithole notes on all these i need to consolidate and smelt.
Kindly forgive the clumsiness of the initial compilation.
Hello, Alice here. You may recall me if you have been following this tangled loop of a story. We have Parçiful, Effie, and myself. Effie, who will give up no more than the name Parçiful, is her younger sister. The gurls like to travel with me from time-too-time. And, Æ became familiar with them by dint of their fiery aunt. Please do not mention to her that we mentioned this to you. We heard you say: mention something/mention anything.
Æ serve as third party, omniscent narrator. Recall the point-of-views that narrators may take? Well, think of me as a dream sandman. Effie and our anti-hero tolerate me, when they realize Æ am around that is. Parçiful and Æ go way back. We met In-dreams. So, Æ like, from time-too-time, to read her. She is more written than real. Quite unjustly. Improper handling by the Knights-to-Nowhere. She is not a shy one. She was a frightened one. Her Tribe kindly asked her to split. Beat It. She is a Southern gal and so, delightfully obliging, thus: she obliged. Not anymore though. So, I feel sharing some excerts from her handwritten tale. Context. Although, all Æ will give up is what was observable. Lord knows what really happened. Her Tribe and Æ’s Tribe. Just as Æ never gave up everything to her, Æ must assume she never gave up everything to me.
Effie here. Hi.
ASIDE: his final sentence above is an assumption. No one must assume anything. One assumes for want of reassurance. For if she had actually given-everything up to begin with, it would be a hard cross forvÆ to bear. Idiots feel beholden, just as Parçiful did after accepting her at-the-time boyfriend’s plastic proposal. Thank god he left her. Well, left is not the right word. He dumped her and then continued to avail himself of her resources.
[Undated]
In elementary school years, petting myself to sleep at night, while wondering how the Sunday-school heaven could be fun & forever. I imagined a life of growing up to be destitute. Homeless. Well, at least how easily it seemingly could happen to anybody.
Vague intuitions of how feeling entitled leads to your own stripping……
Open secret x: ‘we cannot depend on our lovers to prove to us that we are not broken because, in some way, we all are. Wounded anyway.’
Perhaps the best we may hope-for is to see each other grow and grow together and take care of one another as well as we can-to see each other and touch each other and try not to harm what we see and touch. Maybe that’s not such a small, silly thing. Maybe it’s one of the biggest tasks we face on this earth.
A breath tantra of connection. Sitting on the ground together.
We are embarking on that which we carried wood to see. Because we still want to see.
I lived in words, work, dreams, and a group of four close buds. I felt freer, moore solid, since the cursed engagement ended. Time flew. The world inside me was expansive. I enjoyed being alone, with my own company. I did for me. Took care of myself. Did not miss having a partner. Did not need someone else. And, I saw how poorly í’d allowed my spirit to be treated. Í saw how í had slowly let fires inside myself burn-out. Almost glad they were smothered and stoked. It had become easier to not have fire in my belly when I was working asat at some terminal for ten hours a day. Then to come home and be fussed at for it. Particularly as my job was all me and my at-the-time boyfriend. Do not worry for him. He tagged along on my move across the country. Managed to get a great job. We were in NMexico when found out he had been hired in a lucrative company. So, when he was done with me, he had finally seemed to hve found himself. A good thing. A talented fellow who is not nearly as clever or smart as he thinks he is. Not by half. A decent, upright fellow and good citizen, regardless.
We neglected each other. Lies of omission. “No, everything is fine.” Secret addiction.
[Fig. I.1. Certain entries that Æ read are best communicated by pictures. There is no way to convey content on such things viz a viz pics]
Understand my sweet VVönderland, I cannot help but feel thusly for you, Augustus.
It was your mother’s wish.
I snuck in through their bathroom window.
Psst. Hi.
I pushed Olive off of you, but I threw an extra blanket on the pup’s pallette.
I shall not put her out in the cold. A little not-so SlightÖHand accomplishes this. I surprise myself and Olive never awoke. I am mysified and so.
Æ Marvel.
I want to be your little hot thing.
I wilt not waste (your) Time.
She asked, your mother did.
She wished this for you. That everyone will have to Lųve you.
And, this is the source of your discomfort, sweet thing.
We cannot help but lųve you.
Æ say í’m speçial: some sort of irregular pearl.
By my own admission to Eros, í am unable to discern any benefit any sooner than í can disprove the benefit of any other pearl.
Effie here. Hi. Yep, you get it. Gonna give the gist: if, in one-sitting, you are going to shovel as many mayonaise sandwiches into your mouth as you can, does it really matter if the thin white bread glued together varies in appearance? Only if you are a disgusting, fat piece of shit that really should go home and change outfits (to x, yeah you. You look great).
To anyone who asserts that there is an ideal pearl. Shut up. Firstly, you Mean-to say that you conceive of a paragon. Well, good for you. Congratulations, you are still a monkey. There is constant variation in phenotypic expressions of the genotype. The misperception owes to your perceptual limitations. Congratulations, you are still a monkey and what “you just discovered” was known by millions and millions Æons before you had cosmic existence, let alone a capacity for conscious cognition.
You are still aweful. Capricious.
Perfect. And, beautiful.
Keep breathing.
We resume the previous transcryption.
Who am í to tell you of beauty? í have but mine-own eyes.
[Í love yours, though].
Why í appear surprised everytime you ask me.
Í do not intend mean-to spook you.
Pleas that you believe. So, í write on canary yellow. Parchment. Part ampersand parcel to your pedal-stool.
It was not a (my) white-horse upon which í ærowed ( arode, aeroed, arrowed ).
To put you beside yourself. Be an aleph to your theta. Sync. Sigma. Fi semper. Anon, anon.
Let everyone do you their favor (s), tenderfoot.
If you do something wrong, hold yourself accountable,
BUT, let know-one tell themselves that, my sweet’thing,
You are culpable.
You could pluck the flower of any garden without consequence.
Your adult eyes still remind Them of Youthful Summers.
⊙
TOP DEFINITION from urban dictionary
psych
Often believed, by those who don’t understand the term’s origin, to be spelt (or spelled, for the American audience) ‘sike’.
Deriving from the word psychology, psych is a term used to indicate that whatever the person speaking just said was done so purely to mess with the listener’s mind, to ‘psych’ them out, if you will.
by ThisB”) August 20, 2015
<i don’t know why this relevant but it is. i don’t know why j impulsively addended it adhoc.
But ThisB do.
DAY I: She looked odd. Not quite ill. Unwell.
DAY II: She got lost in her dreams.
DAY III: She acquired the knowledge that she got lost in her dreams.
DAY IV:
he had died;
he knew;
he saw his mom;
he took the professor as his
dad.
Together, they climbed the Mountain of Knowledge.
Together, they discovered their mistake;
Summit¹, 1. The highest part; the top; vertex. 2. The highest degree; maximum. [< L\f\. sum-mum, apex.]
– (_ << {[x ]} >> _) –
acme ; apex ; cap ; climax ; crown ; height ; peak ; pinnacle ; top ; vertex
abyss ; base ; bottom ; chasm ; deep ; depth ; gorge ; gulf ; pit ; vale ; valley
—sum’mit-al, α. –sum’-mit-less, α.
He finished his building of the edifice.
[Open-Secret x: he had long finished building his edifice.]
[Lesser-known≈Open-secret F(x): he thought he knew this already. he could and would finish when it was effing good and done. or whenever the hell he felt like it. this, as proven by dint-of diligence and curiosity, proved assumption. Not knowledge.]
Structure now structuralized, materialism became the a priori axiom. (The god’s honest truth, mister police osiffer!) ‘Things exist! We see them all about.’
“Do not be foolish, young man. The abstract is the weakness of man, our curse. For pride. For our lack of discipline over our baser instincts. Our physical body unfurled and made manifest this gift of life, permitted our superior brains to make-manifest. And, then we perceived; and Lo, it is good. This blessed perception affords our dominion over the land and the beast-
Effie here. Hi. Sorry to interrupt, but she gets flowery and the lyrical-ity requires editing. Mystæ, right? Geez. We are short on time right-exactly-now. As her younger sister, I periodically jump in and get to the point. She thinks empiricists are “as non-secular” as the religious or spiritualists. Her words there. I think she means that Academia and the Western Medical Paradigm and the Scientifics and the Technophiles, that whole lot of ’em….
Excuse me, kindly; I would be much obliged if you refrained from all or nothing/either or language, Effie. Shall we call it “a predominate number”: (or at least the loudest voices currently) of this assemblage? Regardless, science’s day of reckoning is at hand. Hear me, now and stop huffing up at that statement. I speak allegorically and yeah, science hates imprecision. I call horse-apples: science does precisely what religion does. Both systems exist non-secularly and use the same devices to reach their conclusions. Like the≈the two extremes of the trajectory of a weightless bob that is suspended by a massive (tech.) rod moving about a point.
Arabesques ’round pivotal arcs of pendulous sways.
The parable of the parabola is parabolic::The parabola of the parable is parabolic.
Non-secular science at one pole.
{_[__(.PIVOTAL.)__]_}
Non-secular religious and spiritualists at one pole.
SECULAR::SECULAR
SECULAR
ЯA⅂UƆƎƧ
non-SECULAR::NON-secular
Alice`ntious Aurora awakens.
Once titled both Eostre & Ostara, yet I was a single leaf in a tome.
One page, with two sides.
One is even numbered, and
One is odd.
Dexterously left-handed,
Playing Janice to your Janus.
We’re two, radical, two-faced diabolicals.
I was Ianna. Venus to Mesopotamia.
Aye, I
Language-Strip
for you
from below*
Klingsor’s infernal Spring-brake decanted all over my Summer-time.
Lint in his navel fleets like the novelty of any old, new thing’s novelty.
Lent is his steed, and yet still he row, row, rows his vessel downstream.
Passover the brooks, rooks, and funny-looks.
Recall the alerity of the pages.
Nightly leaves through the knights.
Merrily. A stellar dream confusing a model of a star for the actual star.
Because the star was too perfectly a model-star.
Ingenious, artless ingenues.
Sweet sugarfoot, you were so much older way back then.
I kept your place by the fire warm.
Looking-Glass House a’lit by a bonfire built from fiddle-sticks.
Are you young enough yet that you can now remember building it?
The light housed between Castle & Tower.
Where, in our rabbit-hole, we both
Wear just to undress
And, to undress wares from.
A white March-Ingpen Hare is driven by time
As like pure snow,
Waist-coated ampersand watch-pocketed.
I un-wound cork-screw hill until I forgot my name.
So then, re-wound the same hill to get it back under-heel.
I created arabesques, atop tip-toes, atop that hill.
A top spinning atop a hill-top.
Dancing like a dervish whirling.
I eagerly awaited. The hardest part. I was much younger then.
To meet you with unapologetic exuberance.
I learned to move so quickly, that folk could neither tell nor espy if I had left and went-gone and then already nigh come-again.
Minnesænger you are to have woken me so abruptly, so long ago,
Only to immediately-then fall asleep.
And, sleep-walk so convincingly.
But, Dearheart, by mine form do not be fooled, i have a curious notion I may be inside-older than you.
Well…at least for right-exactly-now.
It is Revival.
Massive Mass.
I know your proper names; and by these appellations,
I know you have never been called.
Your proper names do not even include that & those of whom witch-named you.
They call you: Hither
They named you: Come
Entitled: ewe with a handle.
Your faux-mantles.
Only monkeys bear monikers.
They are primates; not prime mates.
Howl-ever, none of these are the word/s for what you are.
Masculine and demure, you look cold, fine ephebe.
I am always warm; bring your dark effulgence here to me.
We are axiomatic and inexorable.
Structuralism in motion,
we procreate the quintessence of
Magical realism
We posit through repose.
The sealing-wax apposed up-on
The ceiling above, from which we somehow look down and find our feet to be above.
Our im/proper pro/nouns, now in apposition, finally enable us to unface the opposition.
Unopposed we are, finally, apposit.
So, let me bring my mouth to yours.
*1) i was Ianna. The Venus of Mesopotamia.
II) A one = 1 = I = i
= One Anna
= Iann a
=1 Ann, a
one n’ a
i and a
Result æ.
A and I
Culminate Æ.
“The lady had fallen asleep. She wore Love’s blazon–a mouth of translucent red, torment to the hearts of amorous knights. She slept with parted lips that wore the Flames of Love’s hot fire. Thus lay the loveliest challenge to adventure imaginable.”
‘Upon my word, you are Parzifal!’ She said of the red lips. ‘Your name means ‘pierce-through-the-heart.’
Being bereft of aberration is abhorrent,
In itself.
I am the whence of a will.
Wilt do.
Wilted
Camællias suddenly come into ripe blossom
Bloom.
I danced in blue light at least an hour that night.
I stumbled between songs.
I slip but don’t fall.
Felled the tree before the hanged.
And a fool found herself upside down,
A head full of clouds and reservoirs of water.
Camel-ist.
Hiding eyes
Laughter.
In the dark, a cardinal dances on his branch.
Like a Stellar’s Jay.
By pity guided,
The guileless fool;
Wait for him,
My chosen tool.
(The keynote of Parsifal is Ecstasy.)
Parzifal: I scarcely move, Yet I swiftly seem to run
Gurnemanz: my son, thou seest Here SPACE and TIME are ONE.
Parzifal. Wolfram von Eschenbach. Translated by A.T. Hatto
I’m Wolfram von Eschenbach. I’m a bit of a minnesænger.
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