NPPR Commentary Line 70

Glenn Scheper glenn_scheper at earthlink.net
Thu Oct 9 00:52:26 CDT 2003


> After this, in the draft (dated July 3), come a few
> unnumbered lines that may have been intended for some later
> parts of the poem. They are not actually deleted, but are
> accompanied by a question mark in the margin and encircled
> with a wavy line encroaching upon some of the letters:

>  There are events, strange happenings, that strike
>  The mind as emblematic. They are like
>  Lost similes adrift without a string,
>  Attached to nothing. ...

A young man with an existential crisis can make a lot of
the Tao's saying, "The truth is neither this nor that."
That, and how Christianity dwells on a mysterious Truth
in the frame of reference I had seen to cohere with AF,
caused me to bind the indexical functions HERE and THERE
to the organs, and THIS and THAT to the contents of (or
according to its shape, the environment surrounding) the
mouth and genital. So only by reflexive AF is this that.

Much later, I posited the indexicals WHERE and WHAT apply
to the anus and its contents, being that mystery location
specific to every observer, least available to him or her.

Now I claim autosodomy is afoot, as earlier in GR streets,
Joyce's silver-back gorilla, and Blake hanging with fungi.
Such an operation happens to be the sickle of Revelation,
and its figure is the curve over a point--a question mark.

I think it was in a first surf to learn of VN that I found
comparision of a female genital to an an exclamation mark.

To the extent that AF is The Word which it itself, it was
also clear early on such speech act is or confers a name;
whereas a non-speech act like sodomy would be enumeration,
putting into one-to-one correspondence, hence "the number
of his name" is said regarding that beast in Revelation.

Now sodomy is transitive, but autosodomy has tied up that
organ of naming or numbering, hence it is un-namable, and
un-numberable, as also the beast who goes into perdition,
that is, from perdire, lost-ness, where-ness of the anus.

> A charming cartoon touch was added on the famous occasion
> when from the terrace of the Kronblik Hotel, whose
> chairlift takes tourists to the Kron glacier, one merry
> mime was seen floating up, like a red moth, with a hapless,
> and capless, policeman riding two seats behing him in
> dream-slow pursuit. It gives one pleasure to add that
> before reaching the staging point, the false king managed
> to escape by climbing down one of the pylons that supported
> the traction cable...

Kron as in Cronus? Ice as antithesis of the fervant mouth
puts this in alignment with Dante's nadir, pulling himself
over the devil's trapped body through a crack in the ice.
Whereas DC opened with clear AF tropes, with Virgil above
an impassable mountain, that is, above inverted AF' penis.

That reflexion implies recursion permits isomorphism to a
chairlift: ...seat follows seat follows seat follows ....

The policemen represents something of the fatherly Master
whose mimicry cannot follow reflexive sleight of genitals.
It could be himself--his own super-ego, or some outsider.

I'm sorry that, while I Kinbote this text upon a peculiar
world view, there remain details and intuitions of my own
world view that are still fuzzy even to me, but something
about differentiating AF truth from a FF father's mimicry
is central to the epochal denoument of Book of Revelation.

Now I will recount a personal anecdote upon WHAT:

Years before I thought of autosodomy or autorimming, just
after I'd taken up annointing my body in AF mixture, which
led to moistening paps and the discovery of self-suckling;
and after I impressed upon my raised right forearm an oath
unto truth, and other miscellany in my Cernunnos anecdote;

I was at a customer site, and declaring the insufficiency
of a product to ever meet the customer's needs, he wheeled
about and shouted WHAT?! Clearly that was a tactic of the
master discourse to instill confusion in usual slave types.

However, instead of believing WHAT?! (which I might liken
to being anally raped by the bad Balaamic magic of an AF)
my right forearm stood up of it's own accord, and I could
not look left at my accuser, but only straight ahead, and
time seemed to have stopped.

I have much pondered the semantic significance: His WHAT!?
was my Truth. Or I agreed truely that WHAT?! becomes him;
and, rejecting the QM packet of chaos, it returned to him.
(Reminds me of a childhood game, good sticks to me, etc.)
Or, he is merely an AF (for the MEGA) who has sodomized
(gaining WHAT) and FF (for transitivity, inimical aspect).

Alles Klar? Clear as mud, I'd say.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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