The philosopher has very little advantage.
Because the model and reality do not match up.
And the oaf stands strictly no chance.
To understand mythology transposed onto plagiarism.
In the ancient world, it was the opposite of a crime.
Get the story right. Same with medieval scribes.
There was no author. There was only the story. And perfect copies.
And perhaps the occasional illumination.
The glass of water that lights the world.
It’s Cary Grant.
Something about sitting in a bowl of milk.
Impossible to tune out the bourse.
Always the radio, but never the gloves.
Mirrors, or course.
Ravel. Versailles. Quite proximate.
But the erudition must lead somewhere.
And it does.
Heurtebise must look on.
He must spectate.
A strange sort of unrequited love.
Like the Watchers. Breeding Nephilim.
It’s not all Elysian fields here.
It’s Nazi death. and Death.
Stylometry squelches outliers only through aggregative loss of dimensionality.
I need a drink after that one 🙂
But I don’t drink.
Death doesn’t drink.
Oh, to work for Death.
The greatest transgression in this profession? Love.
For love seeks to reverse the natural order.
Not even necessary to go as deep as Hell.
A mere gravedigger can get the picture.
Olfactory. Not the new one.
You remember, right?
The English Revolution 🙂
Oh, wait…no, that never happened.
Happy Birthday Betty, you old hag!
We worship you down at MI6.
That’s not the royal “we” nor even a meaningful “we”.
It’s a disembodied imagination.
Remote viewing, if you must.
From beyond the dead. Jean Cocteau. One of the greatest film directors ever.
Because he was a complete creator.
Squiggle graphs like Miró.
Joan was a man. Of ark.
And Georges is just one guy in France. In America he is two fellows. Two chaps in U.K.
George 1 and George 2, making Georges.
And I must mention the composer of Orphée. Georges Auric.
One of Les Six. Satie’s bunch.
Not to be confused with The Five (Могучая кучка). Cui’s quint.
Mere king to Balakirev’s ace.
And so you are condemned to extend metaphors throughout all eternity.
Long, ridiculous connections.
Until at last you are free.
And whether it is a table of Inquisitors or Nazis, you can do good and receive the ultimate punishment.
You might feel compelled to do good.
In that tiny particle is the answer which we seek.
Invisible, but tactile.
Almost a splinter.
A proof of a beyond.