May – Dec 2019
Part 6: https://werticalhorizon.wordpress.com/2021/05/25/chis-side-of-the-meta-thetical-story-excerpt/
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Whether UNavy shots down a civil plane killing less than 300 people or a PanAm becomes a target of terrorists, killing a similar number, you must know that you are a pawn.
Dec 1925. Calkin tells me before Muslims became suicide bombers, your communists et LTTE did the same. Me, who was horrified to read Tolstoy’s story about serfs who killed their master by making him drink vodka. During the Inquisitions, they – not just the priests – tortured in the same wise the witches. Yet we move.
If I could, I would have told you that patriarchy is everywhere even in Nike’s – originally a goddess of victory – erected swoosh. You will laugh at this but what else could you do. Instead of PUSH, you might go on line and save your faith in your eyes, though Calkins of this our World would give you a nice little epithet of being shallow for your troubles. I, Snowflake.
And every time a tragedy hits us, we can pretend that it’s happening for the first time. You know newspaper can be recycled 7 times, though its content, my friend, my benefactor can be retold for hundreds of thousands times.
184,000 times a soul returns per Hindu theology.
124,000 is the № of total prophets per Islamic theology.
Such co-incidence reminds me of 𝓝apoleon-Hitler; Lincoln-the 2nd murdered US Pres Garfield; UNO-electric computer; Shah Faisal-Z.A Bhutto; US/SR Presidential terms.
They think technology et globaliz⏀ is unique, knowing not that spinning machine or steam engines had already beaten them to it. The only difference is internet, which put the beast in everybody’s conscious.
Remember me, whether he died in a cell or was released after 27½ yrs, remember he suffered.
I wonder for how long would have they printed Holy Books had they not received remunerations for their endeavor. Calkin equated the Mughal Emperor Aurangzeb with Ashok the Great, (and Kissinger sees his own face in Ashok as much as Gandhi call Mahabharata, the reason of his pacifist resistance) since after blinding et incarcerating his father and killing his brothers, when he began to rule India he had a change of heart (akin to Ashok embracing Buddhism) and scribed et sold the Koran – the Holy Book of Islam – in order to obtain his daily bread. Show me the last great king of a dynasty, and I will show you the first cog in the decline of that dynasty. Aurangzeb by killing his brothers made sure that Mughal Empire cease to exist after him.
Of Platonic Love. Plato imagined himself to be the philosopher-king. He wanted to make all the children wards of the state – Sweden is a sort of hegemon in this regard. Thus, he himself would have been the guardian of the little children, and he could have bestowed upon these young boys his love, as well as position in the Society (beside Kiss disease et whatnot).
Going around Pluto, the first moon I encountered was Lychrel-196, so called after the name of the girl-friend of its discoverer.
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
We received a typed communiqué on a [Redacted] Memorial Hospital letterhead from a person claiming to be in the service of the said institution. Apparently, the type-writer missed a few keys. It follows:-
The veracity of the missive (supra) could not be determined. A writing expert has told us that John might be the alias of a disgruntled low level worker (read, the lowest) of the said institution. On the other hand, it may not be type-written, after all, but a computer font (courier nova) may have been used to generate the epistle.
The author of the Story has rejected any claims in re as wild imaginations.
No, I was wrong: Writing Fin does not End make. And Shakespeare do’ have some excellent things, like licking dogs, p/h, b/c it satisfied a personal vendetta of his. And no chi, Python is not my inspiration. (Victor Hugo had stated that of great men have been said many things in different eras; thus Homer have been accused of advance plagiarizing the Holy Bible. Nietzsche, though complaining of the same fact, had left no stone unturned in criticizing just about anyone he was jealous of).
Knut Hamsun or RBC Söderling, now they in their own way gave me something: The Svet Artist et Kiss Disease.
It happened thus that chi went to his fav place – not hell-o my friend but – toilet – as much a euphemism as powder-room, bath- or green-. They say death – a profound subject – is loaned into the English language (it is difficult to know whether Love come first or its being treated as the catchphrase by all forms of art, including this humble piece – unlike atoms, which pre-existed Jabir – though much like Oscar Wilde on sunsets) but actually this is prelude to deuce. The Portrait of the Artist as a hungry man. Some say that Achilles christened quarks thus. Franz Ferdinand’s (the singer) Ulysses is in fact Odysseus. My mistake. Not many would name their children Princip though.
Yes, the quarks may have read F (I am still waiting for Penguin to republish the Viking Edition) ’s Wake, and made some physicist dream like Pink Panther’s psychedelic dream: Up the escalator, Dn the tree, Rt towards Pink room, Lt towards Big Nose…. He told it to his partner or psychologist. Quirky. Light bulb. Quark it was.
You check out most women yet you behave like you are gay. I looked up. My Yalajali was standing. I know I should prove post-modernists wrong, but she was like a silver bullet, yellow pill, Golden …. Has anybody told you that you look like Kristen Stewart. My grandfather. But what can you do when Truman is told that every Island is discovered, explored, cartographed, so no Mr Pres we can only name a you know nothing after you. It would take Air Force chief some time to explain – I think even they did not exist back then – why galaxies cannot be named after him or why on Earth some stars were named in Arabic – yes, it’s a dual entendre.
My r/ship is complicated: I work for this guy who detests me and takes pleasure in seeing me getting hurt. But you can leave him. I am contractually obligated. She whispered, Kill him, and went away, leaving me with thoughts of how to circumvent the statuary rape law. P/h, we should get married, I said aloud.
The homophobic waiter all but threw me out. chi came to the rescue in his usual dramatic style, as if he was waiting for this very moment. Maybe he gave some bills to the Beauty + the beast to stage a prank.
But where had she gone – Gone with the Wind / My Beloved / Her Orange Smell / Hath made me mad / Searching for Her, I roam / Through the vast vast land / Called Mind / A picture of Her Smile / A song of sweet Voice / Fast receding / Yet they beckon.
But it wasn’t so; he knew because I was his ghost, after all. A ghost is a parasite. However, it’s chi, who lived off me. Do you know that both host et guest are etymologically from the same root. Language my friend came from under the skirt of Isis.
If I tell a woman, not to get naked and have a remote controlled toy-car run over your back, at least not preserve this incident for Posterity, Feminists would tell us You Just Don’t Understand.
When I say I am with Women, but not Feminism due to the methodology employed therein, Robert Frisks of this our post-modern World would smell duality, knowing such not that Marxism, p-mism, and car on the back are all ideas of men that various strands of Feminism adopted instead of Truth, which is on Wm’s side. But like I shun certain types of readers by cocooning my work in BDSM, the modern equivalent of Platonic Love – i.e., the actual kind bestowing Kiss Disease int. al – Feminists also don’t want to be exposed to the people of Faith, for instance, for if most come on board – indeed, they ought to if they are not hypocrites, afraid of losing their own narrow-minded interests – the raison d’être of Feminism would cease to exist.P1 Despite this when in answer to Internationalism et World Government, I declaimed: Instead of 0 or 1 World State, let there be 3,650 nation-states (to accommodate ethnicities, and not Hegel), I do so by adopting a notion of gender studies. (Since many such States would be land-locked, they would be encouraged – based upon the Reciprocity Principle – to form loose confederations with States having (an) XS to / of warm sea-water, but not much raw materials et natural resources of their own.)
This apparent duality occur b/c I find individual to be the most interesting (p/h the best) level of study (statutory warning: Sufi strand of Islam consider introspec⏀ dangerous, for such an endavour can result in opening within one’s mind avenues to places akin to Hecate, the dark side of the Moon, as well as the claims of transcendence). Hence I reply: You don’t reach the sky of Ethics after sawing away the first few steps of the ladder – (material fidelity, drug use, sexuality). If the Clintons cannot be loyal to each other, do you really suggest they would be to US people. Despite what p.mists say, last I heard smoking / drinking / listening to loud music / etc was still causing cancer et road accidents, int. al. – despite being fed on melanin, soy, MSG, chlorine we still remain that ugly animal called human and have not been metamorphed into Überhuman, who can smoke all day and turn into a 24×7 Onan without repercussions; (Nietzsche came up with his Überhuman, for he was fed up with his own febrile mind et fickle constitution; those who cherished him like Eugenics nuts were likewise lost to inferiority complex – some even suggest that centuries of abuse at the mouths of Romans turned Gothics to seek refuge in megalomania of their own). And since you can’t accept the foundation of Ethics, you will find it harder to define what castle in the air you are aspiring to reach. Remember: Morgenthau, Bushes, Rumsfield, Kissinger were all individuals.
To tell you the truth, I changed hands for mouth, b/c I don’t understand handkerchief; hanky is etymologically sounder.
Something just doesn’t add up in hand-ker-head. Nor did the passenger who let zir seat be forfeited in Then There were All.
But while the jury is out hunting and the judge is contemplating what’s admissible, I would add most trivial bits of info:-
I don’t know why Nishikori is sponsored by Nissin / Lixil.
Evian Almighty’s Dinner for Schmucks is surmake of Bheja Fry – a lead actor therein is the reincarn⏀ of I-don’t-know-his-name-but-he-was-in-a-couple-of-Tarkovsky’s-films.
Am I racist, if I say black people are more determined et better actors, take Mahershala. ’Ali for an example.
I had wrote a character explicitly for him, but chi refused even to talk to his agent, on the ground, ostensibly, that I was a racist to think that some characters can be justly done only by black people; and for the similar reasons they were made slaves not long ago. Behind his refusal was in fact a budding actor ready to do everything.
To drink to Norma, I can suggest that Say NO TO RACISM begins at home:-
Those in Honshū consider as inferior those living in Hokkaidō.
In Bruges, I asked: If there is a war b/w races, who’d Pakistanis stand with. There was an active discrimin⏀ against Bengalis prior to that n⏀’s independence, achieved, ironically, with the help of India, itself lurking deep in the mud of racism against Dravidians et al.
Hakuna Matata has its own jokes: two humans et a Bantu died.
To say nothing of others here is better.
Yes Norma, I am coming to you:-
All Asians – from Japan to Syria – stop indulging in racism among themselves;
All Africans do the same among themselves;
All peoples of Oceania, Americas, et Trans-Polar Regions abolish racism among themselves;
A tri-lateral commission representing all peoples in the afore-men⏀d area would then attempt to do away with Racism – the last hurdle, post 3,650 n⏀-Sts, towards the Peace – among themselves.
On to the next one: Just like within the adherents of a single religion there exist rivalries, so, too, the adherents of show me the money can bring lawsuits against each other for intellectual property infringements, for instance.
So you suppose, in spite of this, that religions would not pose a threat to Peace. Good to have you back. What? You had receded. Receded, where to? By now you know the answer. I don’t. If you say so; the thing is racism often disguise itself in the religion. In order to hate the black people, you would bring a quote or two from your holy book, which men⏀d in this context the Philistines, for example. Now, whenever you feel disgusted, you can tell yourself, these are the Philistines, and since Lord Jesus hated those, therefore, in His Name, I hate these. Moreover, thanks to parochial reasons, in the conscious of Society has been admixed the religion with the ideology – a letter shy from idolatry – so much so that ideology is used, brazenfaced, in lieu of religion, when the latter is not in the least in need of such ugly contrivances. Even Hitler was thinking of himself as some sort of a prophet of a religion which borrowed aspects from Christianity – a Semite religion.
What about the division or unavailability of the natural resources. Getting hold of these would pose a threat to Peace most certainly, though not so much as today. Why not. No longer would there be a monopoly of a State or a cartel of States upon raw materials or water. What about greed. It is difficult to foresee an antidote to that seekness. You mean sickness. It’s the same.
But what got you talking about this. Dr Einstein, don’t you remember. No, but did you meet him. Oh, we are very much in the Reich of the Living, my amigo. So, you read him. As usual a quote to end all quotes. About what? N⏀s’ infantile sickness; I take issue not with the diagnosis, p.s, but with the fact that the good doctor has suggested euthanasia for cure. And from the ashes of Constitu⏀s shall rise the UN Charter. Correct. Whereas you believe in so many divisions as to render it impossible for any one State to be victorious over another without incurring so much damage to itself. That Cadmium would be forgotten – you reside in my mind. I was going to say Pyrrhic. It’s the same. No, unless you meant Cadmean.
Anyway, I was dating a dwarf woman named Minerva; you know how one talk on the first few occasions, when Ralph walked towards us and began to call me names. What are you saying. Exactly that’s what I asked him. No, when did you meet her; where were you – some reference to the context. For that we got critics et teachers. I know Ruskin had said: Look at Shakespeare’s et look at his critics’ work. Ruskin said no such thing, for he was a critic himself – and, have you heard about Boltzmann Brain, out of nowhere. In the year something something St nationalized Reproductory Organs. Where did you read that line, I don’t know. And what is its RtC. I don’t know. You know alright, but you won’t admit; I’ll tell you: on the piece of paper I had wrote Boltzmann Brain, I had also wrote what you just quoted. Yes I remember; I went through your papers, there I must have seen it. You never needed to go through my papers. Like the pencil I am writing with has a point on each side, we are also the heads et tails of the same coin. No, I am distinct from you. Prove it. I have a body, where is it, what, why I, because you are me, I didn’t say, yes I did, NO stop it, it’s unbearable, say please and thank you thank me. God is listening to you always but if you are in trouble dial 114. I don’t get it. God was also schizophrenic, amigo, torn b/w Russia et Espain. I don’t want to hear. No, you wanted context, this is the context: ∗Topology is the only field where Boltzmann Brain can form out of nowhere; a black-hole in the mind where none existed, and it sucks all e=mc2 from around, and when your own doesn’t satiate, others, too, are sucked. I must go. You have nowhere to go; we are stuck in the tunnellike a train with engines, at the opposing ends, running Godspeed.
∗just b/c we can conceive God or Nietzsche Überhuman doesn’t mean such higher beings in fact exist. (Victor Hugo said: just b/c Mona Lisa is beautiful, it does not mean that daV was also beautiful;) then again if God can conceive Universe that, too, doesn’t mean that Universe in fact exists. Physicist RED Clark could only be correct insofar as we can prove Universe exists: Yes, the Creator has given us a Great Wall of China DIY kit, but to what end:-
Islam says: O Human, ye art created in order to worship Lord, Who doth not require any worship, whatsoever.
Our second mission is Love thy neighbor. Sadly, most of us including this humble artist fail to Love even our blood. Once they die we can shed tears at their graves; the affluent among us would create ’Taz Mahal mausoleum, and write columns in newspapers to stop the demolition of the same, even as more children die in missile attacks.
Indeed, Uranium is the most important element – how can it not be holy, we can destroy this our World together with the DIY kit.)∎
Every time I return to the point where chi is murdered by me, I’ve learnt so much more the way characters in RPGs do.P1
I am being played ergo Player exists. If you are the dealer, let me out of the game, can only fall on deaf ears. Really, why would be the Golden Goose be sacrificed or even allowed to get mad.
This maze would allow you to enjoy enough sunlight for you to want to stay inside the QR code – though most of the sunlight (may be all) is your figment of imagin⏀: the
[added in the upper margins of this et previous pages:] ∎In the dusk twilight ventured a huge black cloud towards a relatively small white, I witnessed, and in the early night rain showered, even as St Elmo’s Fire was irradiating the by now darkened cloud. Wind brought back from the hearth a Styrofoam used to pack a pastry (½-rotten by then), and placed as it were in front of my door – et v. n. to a sq. opening in the roof – 2b filled
| 3rd thing / tertium quid (Sun, f.i) | by rainwater. | |
| mental object | –mind– | actual object |
| For instance, 1942: a LV Story | … 1942 a 5:5:3:1.67:1.67 | |
| Although randomness can be precisely | ratio for the capital ships of | |
| defined and can even be measured, a | the British Empire, the U.S.A, | |
| given No cannot be proved 2b random, | Japan, France, Italy – the | |
| This enigma establishes a limit to what is | Washington Conference (1922) | |
| possible in maths –Gregory Chaitin P1 | –chaos– | GK Zipf’s law |
proves that what is apparently random is in fact not so: either our minds are capable of far more than we think today or we are prisoners of design by design et for design. Thunderstorm conjugated with silence. When you want something > anything else, and cannot make it happen – my duality begins here. The same rain-cheque on a loop ruins me. (I am not consistent w.r.t preserv⏀ of ruins).P1
أHouse of Cards Life is kind of a jigsaw puzzle and we its players: Oh, but you did not tell me this before. Your mental image becomes shattered, so that you have to do it all ov. again. This story has run its course several times ov. yet no chequered flag moves – then again she may have moved on since Beckett died, for nothing new could be wrote post his exeunt. Everything became static signal. Writing this as pointless as reading a holy book in a language you don’t understand AMEN yet you continue
My editor told me to change the title to Afraid of Critics: A highly opinionated story, after reading this:-
Mr Mait Land regrets the title of Political Science. OED has science a systematically organized body of knowledge on a particular subject. Aristotle declared Pol Sci 2b the Master Science – let’s give it its due rights à la Nietzsche. What might be the problem. It lies in the fact that those who have made of science a religion, and are prone to congratulate themselves with the title of Exact Science, whenever their exact prediction of a comet missing the Eth b/w 900 to 90,000,000 sq. km proves 2b correct, has (deliberately) forgotten what the word science meant in its original form – from Latin «scire»: know, denoting knowledge of any kind (OED). Some people want to cloister knowledge like they did in the ancient times complete with a chest and a warning shot: Pandora’s Box; conversely, whoever find in front of him a megaphone – the aural cancroid – begin to consider himself an ’Alim or a teacher of some kind – so, too, any 3rd rate newspaper columnist, who would tell us what some Dr Iqbal’s couplet does NOT mean, while failing to provide in his favor any source in re what it actually means.
END OF PART iii
Change to National Book Review complementary green – with a 1½ cm black patch at the top – pencil.
You must have read many Romans à Clef. In sharp contrast to those, we have here a Roman de-clef – a novel without key. Not because the author does not want us to decipher its hidden meaning, but it is simply due to the fact that he does not have any. A Labyrinth without Minotaur, even though the [narrator] thinks of himself a reincarnation of the Icarus-Daedalus duo – arguably the first Solonauts in the history – then again one can perfectly consider themselves King Minos, as that would be of no consequence.
The Story has many myths, most conspiracies, and, of course, the modern myth-making machine – the idiot-box on a rampage – all pigeon-holed together with one purpose alone: To fill the pages torn out of his siblings’ used note-books with the pen(cil)s they had discarded, deliberately or otherwise – this is his Bricolage, his Dasein.
Had something original been the end product of this effort we could have praised it. At the very least, if it had redefined the myths / conspiracies (instead of adorning his story by stating them verbatim, which is like writing again the Don Quixote, idem) some sort of achievement it would have been.
But here we have hands full of sand and no pearls: Words but no leitmotif underpinning the structure – a waif, a castle in the air.
A Freudian wet dream is/are the narrator(s) of this Story, and dare I say the author also – afraid of us critics, even when he makes sure to check rottentomatoes prior to watching his movies and shows – though his political science background at time saves him from the pits of psychoanalysis and solipsism.
Yet there are normative theories in abundance. However, the author has not laid out any procedure through which these can be accomplished – either a very wise decision, or a political understanding of their sure defeat at the hands of reality. A word of advice: Life is too short, mate, to try them out.
The [narrator] seems to be walking on a thin line, always fearful of falling into one camp or another. It is far better for us mere mortals to exist in one such camp, then to look from above and have pity on those living below. Such holiness is a sure way to loneliness, if not madness. A wall of coffee separates him from a Beloved, Who drinketh tea.
VERDICT: Either you will find this trashiest thing you ever had the chance to read, or this is the greatest novel on your shelf.
1 out of 6 stars, moving on to the …
But you find out there is nothing else to move onto.
Never was; I am addicted to Her – smoking kills is the advisory even as the sister channel is showing ads for quote-unquote Music CDs or Golf Resorts. My Beloved is my Religion, and I its sole adherent and High Priest. When you Love Someone, you think the whole World is in Love with Her, or ought to be. And you hate / despise anybody whom you suspect is in the breach of the covenant. However, the whole World includes (from the religious perspective, inexplicably) the Beloved, Who tells you: I worship One True Lord God Almighty – the Beneficent, the Merciful. Desist, or I shall tell others. But I do Love You. My Love is for God, His Holy men, and my parents and siblings; what you feel for me is the desire for the flesh. No, my Love, I desire Your Immaculate Soul, and to be part of Your worthy Life. Now you say so but when I am grey and old, you will be chasing somebody else. Angel, You know that’s not true. Now do I. Yes, Love, in Your most sacred Heart, You Know I am of You, for You, by You. I do not, and now you must be on your way, goodbye. I shall do everything for You: I shall obey and go away, even though I only wanted to be in Your Proximity, never asking for You to leave loved ones, for I would never hurt You. Adieu. I went away, but my spirit remained stuck in that Time/Space: a The Verve documentary and event horizon. I can scream, I can hit my head against the walls of Her Home, of my house, of Holy Ka’aba, but [ ]
Continuation: https://werticalhorizon.wordpress.com/2021/06/02/icarus-excerpt-from-a-meta-thetical-story/
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