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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Tue May 10, 2016 3:22 pm

Igor wondered what these voices meant. Usually the experience was that, being honest and transparant to mankind is enough to render that kind a deathly vampire with jagged teeth... but perhaps what the folks meant is to find a disguise that pleases them, rather than wear his own soul on his face.

Igor rummages in the closet. Shoving aside the leftovers of consumed skeletons, he digs up a pair of ribvelvet pants and a brown vest and black rimmed glasses. He puts on the attire and goes to buy a carrot that will serve as a nose.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Fri May 13, 2016 4:43 am

The getup will not do. Soon he is going on a far trip. Far out.

He has to wear something simple yet daunting, a costume he has worn a long time ago, in the first
district. Almost as a child. He wears them, has to because he knows no other. They may call him on it.


It is the idiot over again, the kind grated fool, not quite grown, the generous souk, mixed with districts one and two, a perplex one, hard to figure.


He is going on souks journey, like affixed but not to gaze underbelly of Athena not program into past long
night's journey, no.


Rather personal say? He would exclaim not really, see, the soul's undertaking to imbue within the ring,
the ring of magic, where the hero like one cast out on
the shores of oblivion, the symbol, the fish feeding
thousands, having come down ages of forgive nance,
and still, fearful of the difference betwixt you,

and him, of kind,

and identify that which in the first district like haloes
unto sun unafraid of the glittering madness

Of colors, coming over from the far away hills of tomorrow's repast.


But go, he has, to live into the ring like he was, oblivion renounced.


If you only visualize all loves before, all arms entangled, all worlds possible in that crack of eigenblick, then possibly understand it.

Do! For no heroics will suffice not, as merely an affect.

Igor supplicated then into the deep slumber, one,
With!
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Fri May 13, 2016 4:47 am

Like unto Jemma el Fina, his souk will take him.
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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Fri May 13, 2016 8:52 pm

Because, the philosopher said, the world is ringed by a great sea.
We will see, Igor figured.
And the trumpets blazed and the jungle encroached.

Now the openness of the world was like the presence of all history at once.
The fire that dances in the decisions we push for and pull out of once they're made is spirit, and the world of well shaped forms this produces, is what made Igor enter this establishment.

Founder! He called out. Appear!
He was poured a drink at once.
Now Igor wandered to the billiard table and looked for the shot that would make the best use of the situation. He pulled, and shot the curve from the hip and banged the red into the blue as if the civil war was in its climax and the floor trembled, and a variety of apparitions took the stage.

First, the genie of Aladdin appeared, then Caesar, then Cleopatra and then a Chinese monk, or emperor... hard to discern...
Hail! Igor shouted. Cleopatra laughed.

A basement was found later on with some duckfeathers in it. Somehow, men wondered why.
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Re: Igor

Postby Arcturus Descending » Sat May 14, 2016 4:01 pm

Igor could be seen leaving the establishment with a satisfied grin on his face and a feather protruding out of the corner of his mouth.

Yes, quite satisfied was he. He thought to himself: "Like ambrosia from the gods!" as he patted his belly.

He flipped the gold coin through his fingers while King's phrase resounded through his mind: "Life does change on a dime."

Indeed it does.

He walked away dreamily as Cleopatra's now-harmless Asp curled around Igor's arm possessively. "My pet" he whispered as the Asp's head snuggled cozily against the palm of Igor's hand.

"Where are we going now and what is our purpose, little pet?" mused Igor. The Asp could be heard whispering the words - "We shall seek out and find our little niche in the world. It shall be revealed all in due time - piece-meal. The journey is the THING!"

Igor smiled." I'm glad I found you, little treasure." "Ah, yes, thought the little Buddha-like Asp.
SAPERE AUDE!


If I thought that everything I did was determined by my circumstancse and my psychological condition, I would feel trapped.


What we take ourselves to be doing when we think about what is the case or how we should act is something that cannot be reconciled with a reductive naturalism, for reasons distinct from those that entail the irreducibility of consciousness. It is not merely the subjectivity of thought but its capacity to transcend subjectivity and to discover what is objectively the case that presents a problem....Thought and reasoning are correct or incorrect in virtue of something independent of the thinker's beliefs, and even independent of the community of thinkers to which he belongs.

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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Sat May 14, 2016 5:03 pm

And the little odd Buddha thing faced Igor, springing off from the bracelet posture, hissing,
and pissing
Out of the venom he so much longed for,

But it is for Cleo I saved this,
This ejaculate was so wrongly extricated,

Got it now: it was Cleo he sought,
(The souk for which multitudes would give manna
Discovered or came as gift?- no mere coincidence )

Ito was Cleo, whom bit he, so as not to parade her forlorn and disheveled frailty among the rubble, diamonds thrown before the swine.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Sat May 14, 2016 7:00 pm

He declared, "Nichts Weiss der von mir", as he threw the puzzle away, it lunging deep, down an ever narrowing abyss.

And as such the deepest grabbed him , his
consciousness ebbing , away and away, his mission,

Clearer, the hold on him gradually loosening, the dark one realizing this treachery he could finally not
account for.



For, if this detachment was soon to end, and re-
attachment follow, what grotesque sights is he

condemned to trail?



T
his humongous creature, binding and plunging simultaneously, the creature he becomes, can not,


but simplify, either into a caricature, or,
a

of the minutest fluttering.



Igor tumbled out of bed, Cleo, oh Cleo now only a
very faintly reminiscent droplet in an sea of


transgression.

Oh, Stolze Ocean!
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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Sun May 15, 2016 10:29 pm

The sun set, and at the same time it rose.
Igor went to sleep, and at the same time woke up.

In his dream he received a letter, which was addressed to him in Paris.

The sun rose and Igor plummeted into the churning dualism of waking awareness remembering, remembering....

He had never lived in Paris, but he knew that he had to go.

He called Vigor, a first in his life, who arranged a ticket and a room, which he made sure to stack with wines and chreeses.
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Re: Igor

Postby Arcturus Descending » Mon May 16, 2016 2:53 pm

Days later, Igor could be seen sailing down the Seine on a barge, drinking his cafe au lait and staring hungrily at the pretty little thing in the red French beret wearing the short, pleated skirt. As she looked his way, he turned away. Her lips curled up in a triumphant smile albeit she knew he was simply a peon. Others, many, many others, of such high stature and demeanor, had entertained her and served her well. "Still...", she thought to herself.

She threw back her head and laughed heartily ~ "Je suis venu, j'ai vu, j'ai vaincu!
SAPERE AUDE!


If I thought that everything I did was determined by my circumstancse and my psychological condition, I would feel trapped.


What we take ourselves to be doing when we think about what is the case or how we should act is something that cannot be reconciled with a reductive naturalism, for reasons distinct from those that entail the irreducibility of consciousness. It is not merely the subjectivity of thought but its capacity to transcend subjectivity and to discover what is objectively the case that presents a problem....Thought and reasoning are correct or incorrect in virtue of something independent of the thinker's beliefs, and even independent of the community of thinkers to which he belongs.

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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Mon May 16, 2016 9:10 pm

Well, he thought to himself, I set this this up, no , I was set up. To come here, to this place used to be a safe harbor for wild left bankers, and it has seen many in good form to be sure.

H
e was far from home, on the wings of Vigor, with Sandra's blessing, by the arte of the most outlandish and fabulous magicke, wearing a great ring as big as a
city block, in order to transform it's bite, into the realism , away from the longing of the maidens, who considered stolen.





But what was stolen? Or lost? From useless underwater near glimmer for those eyes, only, who
dove so far, that they would decompress for fear of

surfacing too quick, ?

Where among those in this city who went down like a

rock, as Rene Crevel suffering double jeopardy, chronic aberration of the imago, distortions of
Now the ring, stolen revealed, the wearer of
supposed emperor's clothes.

The magic is cure for bizarre optical effects, and he could have dropped her, but couldn't, squeezed between the lofty stature of a long unsettled project and the question of her soul. Which will win?

That is what's behind Vigor's formerly aka Votan's power source, wondrously and strangely within the underbelly, the unstoppable burst of hope springs eternal that even he prostrated to, whereby all bets in?


Must do, the magicians were of a constant and patient users of a medicine gentle and kind, which have been given ovation at curtain, many, many, :
that love for 3 oranges, where his under-ground
journey, led him to such limitless terrain?

Or, must he wither, as Neil said, it's better to, ..then

to rust?

OMIGOD, he thought that magick to ride him to 7 th
hell, then not raise her to the same in heaven. On the
seventh horse of an endless end.

She crooned somebody has to do it, this trumpets,
seven hornets, and finally opening with seventh key.


Someone has to do it, and God only knows how
foretold, his journey, mapped beforehand, by
symbols as varied and rich,
Illuminated manuscript carefully labored upon for the longest time,
Longer then it took the largest battle known to man, as Stalingrad fell, over a million in graves ,
The unknown soldier, even now, a dear to some maiden broken-hearted, deprived of promising progeny.

No, it is only a transfiguration, a keen whistle in the semi-dark deep azure, where the breath's feint mark upon the glass,
Darkly through?


And he called her out on it, and very slowly and quietly saying, 'where were you then, when I screamed this,
In a Howl, you, one of the best minds of our generation?

He shouted it into the deeply hidden ring, and it echoed back something so incredibly faint.

The red letter, balanced against the black, where is here the fulcrum, that should be placed , for you,
Should the short of it ever be on your side, so as not to seem too much leverage give rise to much slack?
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Mon May 16, 2016 9:15 pm

Correction: last stanza- replace red letter with scarlet: maybe?
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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Wed May 18, 2016 5:02 pm

Igor had sat reading French existentialism at a little cast iron table in the sun. His mind was no longer able to form coherent thoughts, and whenever he tried to formulate an idea or intention, he wasnt able to fit the verb to the substantive and basically he was just swimming in a soup. He ordered onion soup. He ate, as the sun went down over the Sacre Coeur and he wandered off into Monmartre.
In a portico, he found an axe. "This night could get interesting" he thought. Finally, his mind had cohered.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Wed May 18, 2016 11:45 pm

With axe in hand he formulated a plan. The soup was delicious. The plan was based on the idea that the way things were going life.becoming.meaning less in terms of the excercise of the will, his will, the nihilism an unsuccesful belly gazing, he must do something wity the axe.

But the question as to what to do with the ax proved insoluablle until.now,it.was just dead weight t be carried around, .


France was a foregone conclusion after all how long can the old artifacts be conserved without the public loosing interest
In the ancien period
So he thought the soup will be always be there as a comfort

But remebering the old man telling him a populace can only be held at bay as long as beef bourgonon is plentiful to be had, a warmness enveloped his stomach.

Come hell and or high water as the soup thikens and art for art , sake the recepe be forgotten
As mcarthur park is melting in the rain .

So as he was saying the key is that mean8ngless preshadows the gravity of unreason and mob rule

Such as these toughts and warnings by the likes of collin wilson.nietzche and khrishnamurti.and others may have absolutely nothing at the time but now do

And the idea of.going over to the vasts french forests and cutting down some trees with it may appear equally vacuous to him and as a result he decided tol stay in the coffee and decided to vanture far more as lionized as thrilling an experience, unafraid of the van gogish strarry night closing in, while hearing the faint whirring of the remebrences of the past through the little machine parked next to the bottle of whisky set in a glistening bowl.

Definitely, a hut in Alzac Lorraine is out, he is not some character at some beginning of some early century.all hopefully pregnant of all the future vistas to come may disclose.

He became a transitory realist.
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Re: Igor

Postby Ierrellus » Thu May 19, 2016 12:49 pm

Igor began to realize that metaphysical certainty is the dung that populates maggots of thought. He has found no redemption in philosophy, religion or myth. What then is left him but dreams? But then, his dreams are about philosophy, religion and myth. And yet he would not surrender to solipsism or nihilism.
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Re: Igor

Postby Arcturus Descending » Thu May 19, 2016 2:46 pm

Igor retraced his steps while scratching his head. "Just what is this life all about?" he thought to himself. "What are all these strange thoughts and imaginings which keep dancing through my head?". "Oh, they're giving me such a headache!" Igor stood still for a moment with his eyes closed.

Then Igor decided to go and spend some time walking through Monet's most awesome stunning gardens. "Everything becomes completely "right with the world" when I've spent time there, just walking, observing all of the beautiful flowers ~ ah, those vivid colors!" What a work of love, what a profound work of creation Monet brought into existence. I can almost believe that there is some kind of co-creator who inspired that radiant panoramic canvas. Yes, I shall go there and sit in my favorite spot on that stone bench which holds the carving of Chloris and listen to the water flowing nearby. So beautiful ~ so very beautiful ~ that blue-flowing liquid enhanced by such a rainbow of colors. Iris, I bow before you in all of your beauty!

"Ah, life can at times be beautiful - not perfect but still ~~ beautiful". Tears could be seen streaming down from Igor's eyes.
SAPERE AUDE!


If I thought that everything I did was determined by my circumstancse and my psychological condition, I would feel trapped.


What we take ourselves to be doing when we think about what is the case or how we should act is something that cannot be reconciled with a reductive naturalism, for reasons distinct from those that entail the irreducibility of consciousness. It is not merely the subjectivity of thought but its capacity to transcend subjectivity and to discover what is objectively the case that presents a problem....Thought and reasoning are correct or incorrect in virtue of something independent of the thinker's beliefs, and even independent of the community of thinkers to which he belongs.

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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Thu May 19, 2016 5:52 pm

An old man was following Igor, talking about his son and the pointlessness of life. Igor didnt get depressed, though. He just intended to either not grow old, or when he did, do so decently. Not become one of those geezers that try to wring the juice out of every young piece of life.

He and the old geezer in his trail strolled through Parc Luxembourg and then Igor saw Vigor standing on the balustrade. He said pardon-goodbye to the old man and was led into the castle.

The axe flew off and the old man went to have a pastice.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Thu May 19, 2016 7:11 pm

Later in the evening , Madamoiselle Sandra appears, looking disheveled and morose, her beautiful face covered by smeared lipstick. They are sitting around the bar, and she collapses into a divan next to the terrace, sobbing miserably.


Vigor holds her hands, while she shakes them loose.
Igor looks into this vignette as if confounded. He is already shaken from incidences described previously, and so unable to formulate a thought. The most he can eek out is 'What has happened"?
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Re: Igor

Postby Arcturus Descending » Fri May 20, 2016 3:13 pm

Igor's little Buddha snake slithered up his arm toward Igor's shoulder and then slowly, oh so slowly, nestled his face in Igor's ear. The snake whispered: "Do not fret, my friend. Do not be alarmed. Simply Release, Relax, Let Go. All shall be revealed to you in your state of calm and detachment." What is not revealed is waiting in the wings for another day - a day in which you shall be made more ripe for its epiphany.

"Ah", thought Igor. "how could I have forgotten about you, Beelzebub." "No worries" whispered Beelzebub. "You and I are a team, Iggy!"

Then Igor could be seen :-" as he looked up into that pale moon in the early afternoon sky. "How strange" he thought. "The moon looks as if it had been gently inserted into an invisible part of the sky, like a pocket so to speak. "The world really is so inexplicable" Igor mused but most gratefully so ~ and then sighed contentedly.

Beelzebub sighed too and gradually oh so gently pulled his face out of Igor's ear and rested it solemnly on Igor's shoulder. "Hmmmm...."
SAPERE AUDE!


If I thought that everything I did was determined by my circumstancse and my psychological condition, I would feel trapped.


What we take ourselves to be doing when we think about what is the case or how we should act is something that cannot be reconciled with a reductive naturalism, for reasons distinct from those that entail the irreducibility of consciousness. It is not merely the subjectivity of thought but its capacity to transcend subjectivity and to discover what is objectively the case that presents a problem....Thought and reasoning are correct or incorrect in virtue of something independent of the thinker's beliefs, and even independent of the community of thinkers to which he belongs.

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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Sat May 21, 2016 7:31 pm

The little Faustian thing, with change of heart-returns into the yawning gap of hell's hole proportions glints, his eye's streams throwing boulders of torturous malice into her direction, where Sandra is meditating in a natural setting.


She, alighted on a lotus, with charming dragonflies throwing scarab like shells of sea urchins multicolored shells of unbelievable spectra of dispersed prismic shows of light, with wondrous babbling brooks and charming and vast interperced silences , all candy rapped with an absolving sense of forgiveness for the terrible acts of an angry God; and Sandra her six palms upstratched moons a delectable verse of faintly audible tonus.

The Faustian being craving her protection transmutes into an ear crawler, and typically, separating his two tails, disappears into the vast crevasses inside, and makes delicious apartments in the windmills of her mind.
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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Sun May 22, 2016 5:29 pm

The Faustian being consumed its way through the brain of the She-ess but to no harm, as her mind is nonlocal, and void is its best conductor.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Mon May 23, 2016 1:23 am

'Glad to hear that', she said resoundingly.
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Re: Igor

Postby Ierrellus » Mon May 23, 2016 2:55 pm

Igor wishes that his dreams
Be only of fishes in fertile streams.
Tired and disgusted
With ideas he trusted,
Igor asks only the charity
Of personal clarity.
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Re: Igor

Postby Meno_ » Tue May 24, 2016 6:33 am

But tonight he had special message from Rudolf Steiner,
and thereof he thought more
Strongly
Of the extraordinary.
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Re: Igor

Postby Arcturus Descending » Wed May 25, 2016 2:55 pm

"I want to evolve! I want to evolve and be made more than I have ever been before," Igor screamed within his mind. As he sat on the high rock and contemplated his friend, Rudolf's, last conversation with him, he heard something so strange to his ears, some whizzing-kind-of sound coming in his direction. Suddenly out of the blue, he saw it! But alas, he didn't have time to get out of its way. He felt frozen in place and unable to react to it.

The arrow shot towards him and reached its mark in the middle of Igor's forehead, planted deeply within in. Igor let out the most painful groan and he fell to the ground in one large lump.

Ah, Igor is now dead.

What was the figure coming at a gallop? It seemed to be coming out of the very sky itself. How very extraordinary. Oh my god! A centaur! But wait. Ah, it was Chiron himself come to save the day. He landed on what seemed to be, to him, Earth's holy ground. "Ah", he thought to himself, how I have missed thee, thou awesome Pale Blue Dot.

Poor, poor Igor, Chiron thought in his great compassion. "I shall render you whole again. You shall have life. You shall again walk this Earth. It has been established long before your time.

So Chiron bent down and ever so gently and slowly pulled out the arrow from Igor's forehead. He kissed the spot where the hole was and laid his hand there. He spoke the words:

"Ξεσηκωθούν και να ζήσουν και πάλι! Σταματάμε την ημέρα. Μπορείτε γίνονται σύνολο.

Then sadly, Chiron was gone ~~ galloping back up into his own place in the sky.

Igor "woke up" never realizing what had happened to him. The arrow had been turned to dust and Chiron was nowhere to be found.

"I just had the most extraordinary dream", Igor thought to himself. Then he felt shivers running up and down his spine. He couldn't understand why but throughout the days to come, he would feel those shivers flowing, creeping. He felt that there was something "known" to him but he just couldn't begin to understand what it was.

Beelzebub lay by Igor's side looking up as Chiron ascended into the heavens. Beelzebub could be heard whispering "Thank you, Chiron." Every time Igor felt those shivers, those creepers, Beelzebub had to laugh to himself. Igor thought that Beelzebub was beginning "to lose it".

Suddenly, the little wise snake could be heard shouting toward nothing in particular ~~

CARPE DIEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Re: Igor

Postby Fixed Cross » Sat May 28, 2016 3:28 pm

So Igor spent that season walking along the brooks wild with molten snow, and his sense of smell started to improve, until in early may he began waking up on account of scents that were too pleasant to sleep through. These came usually just before sunrise, as the dew began to turn to vapor and find their paths into the nostrils of unsuspecting animals.

One such morning Igor got up from the pile of woodchips he had used to spend the night, awakened by some rowdy and proud molecules dancing through the sun-anticipating air, stretched and yawned, and set off walking further along the brook he had followed until late last night. He was hungry and looked to the fields for greens, or perhaps a rabbit.
All weathers are wild, you know what this means? - Odin

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There are innumerable seeds in the earth, innumerably many more than the reckoning of either living or dead trees- the sound of the seeds growing is deafening, and drowns out the sound of all the falling oceans of wood in the forests- but, perhaps, the sound made by the seeds can only be heard with our thoughts. - Parodites, 3rd Pentad

The strong do what they can, the weak accept what they must.
- Thucydides
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