Philosophical rambles

[shereads]

As Mr. Bill said in his own eloquent way a few years before Percy's time: "Life's a but a walking shadow ... "

Mr. Bill, the claymation puppet on the old Saturday Night Live? I had no idea he predated Shelly. I'm more impressed than ever with his resiliency, and the way he always bounced back after being squashed flat with that hammer.

"Oh nooooooo!"

 

[cantdog]

memento mori

I wanted to write about a mystic character not long ago. He has a couple of inexplicable experiences, which he tells us about in a first-person narrative.

But my perversity surfaced. He has the first one during his first real full-insertion vaginal fuck, for instance. Then he is sitting in a sauna for the first time. It's small, set up for four or less, but with five people jammed in all around the wall.

In there, his hostess can smell that his girlfriend, jammed next to her, has been having sex. The smell is lingering upon his person, as well. And he has another trance state.

*sigh* Sex everywhere. She decides that, like dervish chant, sex and a sauna conduces to mystical experiences. There ensues an all day party, where everyone lounges in robes or less, massages one another, has sex, then gets in the sauna to see if they can attain nirodh, or ayin, or whatever the word is in your favorite mystical tradition. Samadhi. The party also features a home-cooked meal, beef stew and biscuits, apple pie.

Fuck well, steam, attempt the infinite.

I gave up on the story. I guess my mind is stuck in sex! Oh, well! I guess I'll just have to live with that .

 

[shereads]

Re: memento mori

There ensues an all day party, where everyone lounges in robes or less, massages one another, has sex, then gets in the sauna to see if they can attain nirodh, or ayin, or whatever the word is in your favorite mystical tradition. Samadhi. The party also features a home-cooked meal, beef stew and biscuits, apple pie.

Fuck well, steam, attempt the infinite.

That sounds like a much better-than-average dinner party.

I make good biscuits.

 

[Prospector 101]

Mr. Bill, the claymation puppet on the old Saturday Night Live? I had no idea he predated Shelly. I'm more impressed than ever with his resiliency, and the way he always bounced back after being squashed flat with that hammer.

"Oh nooooooo!"

No, that's Mr. Bill Jr., man of few words. I meant his namesake, Mr. Bill of Gweneth Paltrow fame.

 

[cantdog]

Gwyneth was 'way hot in that one. Great movie in some ways. Very cool Elizabeth I, too.

Yeah, it did seem a very fine dinner party. No one in the story had the least difficulty having a good time at it. But it would take a certain sort of close friendship to invite someone to one. Bring a date, one who wants to, you know, see God; good eats provided, three bedrooms, no waiting...

Would a hot tub help induce mystical states, or would a sauna be better, do you think?


cantdog

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Gwyneth was 'way hot in that one. Great movie in some ways. Very cool Elizabeth I, too.

Yeah, it did seem a very fine dinner party. No one in the story had the least difficulty having a good time at it. But it would take a certain sort of close friendship to invite someone to one. Bring a date, one who wants to, you know, see God; good eats provided, three bedrooms, no waiting...

Would a hot tub help induce mystical states, or would a sauna be better, do you think?


cantdog

Aroma is essential for stimulation I think. You have most of that down, but an infusion of candles,incense or essential oils may be just the right thing for mystical states. Different smells produce different effects. Lavendar is relaxing, Sandlewood is musky, etc or a blend of scents, vanilla/jasmine is one of my favorites and very sensual.

 

[cantdog]

Never ignore the sense of smell in my stories, but it was beef, thyme, bay leaf, fresh biscuits, potatoes, carrots, turnip, celery, tea, coffee, and sex. In the sauna-- heat, wood, water, metal, towels, women.

Smell is very important, but very subtle. Smells evoke things. One more pointer to our essentially animal nature (if alimentation and excretion isn't enough proof for you).

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Never ignore the sense of smell in my stories, but it was beef, thyme, bay leaf, fresh biscuits, potatoes, carrots, turnip, celery, tea, coffee, and sex. In the sauna-- heat, wood, water, metal, towels, women.

Smell is very important, but very subtle. Smells evoke things. One more pointer to our essentially animal nature (if alimentation and excretion isn't enough proof for you).

You always make me hungry....LOL
You are a wise man, my friend.

 

[oggbashan]

You always make me hungry....LOL
You are a wise man, my friend.

I agree with ABS.

I once wrote a story that had food as an important part of the plot. I included the recipe.

I got feedback (on the recipe)

Og

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I agree with ABS.

I once wrote a story that had food as an important part of the plot. I included the recipe.

I got feedback (on the recipe)

Og

At least you got feedback!!!!

I loved the movie "Babette's Feast" the whole dinner scene was wonderful.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Has anyone ever heard of the Shadow people? They are dark forms, like a negative of a ghost, they disappear once they have been seen. They are those entities we catch out of the corner of our eyes, a quick flash that makes you turn your head and when you look, nothing is there.
They are part of the shadows,wanting to be known but not really seen.
They live somewhere between Heaven and Hell. A travesty of an existence once breathing, touching, feeling, living in the hopes of being curiously noticed but unable to join in with metaphysical world. An expiate unable to make up for what was lost in another time.
I can relate to them lately. Living on the edge of life watching others go about their daily routines. Wanting to reach out and grasp at that desired thing, to touch it, to be part of it, to experience it. To breathe in the colors, to feel the warm of words, to look into the soul's window and see what others see. To go from a whisper to a scream.

Just let me ramble.

 

[cloudy]

Lot's of shadow people live here at my house, sweetie.

I could go to great lengths here, but won't. Holler at me, and I'll explain what I mean...

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Lot's of shadow people live here at my house, sweetie.

I could go to great lengths here, but won't. Holler at me, and I'll explain what I mean...

Email me.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Email me.

Thanks.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

book quote

With the camera that my parents gave me, I took dozens of candids of my family. So many that my father forced me to choose which rolls I thought should be developed. As the cost of my obsession mounted, I began keeping two boxes in my closet."Rolls to be sent out" and "Rolls to hold back". It was, my mother said, the only hint of any organizational skills I possessed.
I loved the way the burnedout flash cubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture. When they were spent, I took the cubed four-corner flashbulbs and passed them from hand to hand until the cooled. The broken filaments of the flash would turn a molten marble blue or sometimes smoke the thin glass black. I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found a way to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.

Alice Sebold, "the Lovely Bones"

 

[cantdog]

Plappergeists are the ones in the corner of your eye, that vanish when you look directly. In a story, a plappergeist could talk to you, if you liked, but you could shut her up by turning to look!

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Plappergeists are the ones in the corner of your eye, that vanish when you look directly. In a story, a plappergeist could talk to you, if you liked, but you could shut her up by turning to look!

Cool, I always see shit like that, freaks me out sometimes.

 

[shereads]

Has anyone ever heard of the Shadow people? They are dark forms, like a negative of a ghost, they disappear once they have been seen. They are those entities we catch out of the corner of our eyes, a quick flash that makes you turn your head and when you look, nothing is there.
They are part of the shadows,wanting to be known but not really seen.
They live somewhere between Heaven and Hell. A travesty of an existence once breathing, touching, feeling, living in the hopes of being curiously noticed but unable to join in with metaphysical world. An expiate unable to make up for what was lost in another time.
I can relate to them lately. Living on the edge of life watching others go about their daily routines. Wanting to reach out and grasp at that desired thing, to touch it, to be part of it, to experience it. To breathe in the colors, to feel the warm of words, to look into the soul's window and see what others see. To go from a whisper to a scream.

Just let me ramble.

Oh, Abs. You just described something that I didn't know could be espressed, didn't know anyone else felt it. I'm so sorry.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Oh, Abs. You just described something that I didn't know could be espressed, didn't know anyone else felt it. I'm so sorry.

Sometimes I actually find words that make sense.

No apologies, we all feel it at times. The trick is trying to go on without feeling a little insane.

 

[shereads]

Re: book quote

With the camera that my parents gave me, I took dozens of candids of my family. So many that my father forced me to choose which rolls I thought should be developed. As the cost of my obsession mounted, I began keeping two boxes in my closet."Rolls to be sent out" and "Rolls to hold back". It was, my mother said, the only hint of any organizational skills I possessed.
I loved the way the burnedout flash cubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture. When they were spent, I took the cubed four-corner flashbulbs and passed them from hand to hand until the cooled. The broken filaments of the flash would turn a molten marble blue or sometimes smoke the thin glass black. I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found a way to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.

Alice Sebold, "the Lovely Bones"

That's in the small stack of audio books I'm saving for use on long car trips.

You've made me think of a book that I don't recommend to very many people. It's dark; funny but dark, in fact one of the reviews on the book jacket says "you'll grip this book so tight your hands will hurt."

Some people limit themselves to light entertainment when they're feeling down. Others take comfort from seeing their darkness expressed in their experience of others. If you're one of them, the book is "The Unconsoled" by Kazuo Ishiguro who wrote "Remains of the Day."

(Also a great "get me when I'm down" book. )

I picked up The Unconsoled a few years ago at the lowest point of my life, because I'd enjoyed Remains of the Day so much. From about two pages in, I was glued to it, in absolute awe and gratitude that another human being had felt things in exactly the same way, that I thought were mine alone. There are also some moments of LOL absurdity that come at the right moments. If you're interested, here it is.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0679735879/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-6994762-0886515#reader-link

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Re: Re: book quote

That's in the small stack of audio books I'm saving for use on long car trips.

You've made me think of a book that I don't recommend to very many people. It's dark; funny but dark, in fact one of the reviews on the book jacket says "you'll grip this book so tight your hands will hurt."

Some people limit themselves to light entertainment when they're feeling down. Others take comfort from seeing their darkness expressed in their experience of others. If you're one of them, the book is "The Unconsoled" by Kazuo Ishiguro who wrote "Remains of the Day."

(Also a great "get me when I'm down" book. )

I picked up The Unconsoled a few years ago at the lowest point of my life, because I'd enjoyed Remains of the Day so much. From about two pages in, I was glued to it, in absolute awe and gratitude that another human being had felt things in exactly the same way, that I thought were mine alone. There are also some moments of LOL absurdity that come at the right moments. If you're interested, here it is.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0679735879/ref=sib_dp_pt/102-6994762-0886515#reader-link

thanks sher, I'll have to check it out, I'm fresh out of books to read.

 

[shereads]

On the purely diverting front, two summer-grade suspense/sorta-supernatural books that are beautifully written and totally entertaining are "The Secret History" by Donna Tartt and "The Lost Girls" by Andrew Pyper.

I've recommended both of those to people who became completely hooked. They're thought-provoking, but not agonizing, and so atmospheric that they're an easy escape into another reality.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Plappergeists are the ones in the corner of your eye, that vanish when you look directly. In a story, a plappergeist could talk to you, if you liked, but you could shut her up by turning to look!

You made that up, didn't you?

 

[Cause n effect]

"I see naked people."

Cause n effect

 

[shereads]

"I see naked people."

Cause n effect

Impossible. There's a strict dress code here. 5% of your body must be covered with leather.