> GR, < Wingstroke

[Glenn Scheper]

So much struck me as similar in GR and Wingstroke,
but when I went to look, they were hard to pin down.


> a sour smell of rolling-stock absence,

<Kern had to dance with the skinny girl.
<She smelled of slightly sour lavender.


AF:
 they are under the final arch:
 brakes grab and spring terribly.
 It is a judgment from which there is no appeal.


> thousands of these hushed rooms without light....
> Some wait alone,
> some share their invisible rooms with others.

<Around four he went down to the spacious reading room,
<where the mouth of the fireplace exhaled orange heat and
<invisible people sat in deep leather armchairs with their
<legs extending from under open newspapers.


I read into these terms a coital similarity:
 Far to the east,
 down in the pink sky, (or a pink cadillac)
 something has just sparked,
 very brightly.
 A new star, (object stimulating vagina)
 nothing less noticeable.

 That would be fuel cutoff,
 end of burning, (end of stimulation)
 what's their word ...
 Brennschluss. (ejaculation)
 We don't have one.
 Or else it's classified. (only the christic know it)

 They're calling it premature Brennschluss."


AF: cf. my recent post of grape/gem chandelier dream:
> Allowing himself to count only bananas,
> moving barelegged among the pendulous bunches,
> among these yellow chandeliers,
> this tropical twilight....
(So: testes vs penii. That could map on an above vs. below
forked anus-breast circuit distinction: 1.5' = 6" + 2 * 6")


> Accompanying will be a phantasmagoria,
> a real one,
> rushing toward the screen,
> in over the heads of the audiences,
> on little tracks of an elegant Victorian cross section resembling
> the profile of a chess knight conceived fancifully but not vulgarly so
> then rushing back out again,
> in and out,
> the images often changing scale so quickly,
> so unpredictably that you're apt now and then to get a bit of lime-green in with your rose,
> as they say.

<His entire past life seemed a shaky row of varicolored
<screens with which he shielded himself from cosmic drafts.
<People invent crimes, museums, games, only to escape from
<the unknown, from the vertiginous sky. And now this Isabel.

In Rev., horse clearly maps on coitus, but in places also upon AF.
The mage uses AF (or AC) as a fetish to access/know/enact coitus.
Pyrrhos, fiery, red, is Rev #2 horse - pertains to coital pap color.
Chloros, green (not pale) is Rev #4 horse - pertains to AF iris color.


> The scenes are highlights from Pirate's career as a fantasist-surrogate,
> and go back to when he was carrying,
> everywhere he went,
> the mark of Youthful Folly growing in an unmistakable Mongoloid point,
> right out of the middle of his head.

<There was something about your face. . . The crease between
<the brows. . . That special one. . . I understood right
<away. . ."

I too have that crease of constantly pondering, but in my youth,
during many months between whore#4 and my AF/psychosis, I bore a
tipka-like immense lump on my forehead, with a deep triple root,
intractable with tools, very shaming. Certain mark of the beast.


> It was a giant Adenoid.
> At least as big as St. Paul's,
> and growing hour by hour.
> London,
> perhaps all England,
> was in mortal peril!
> This lymphatic monster had once blocked the distinguished
> pharynx of Lord Blatherard Osmo,

<He was overwhelmed by an animal smell. Kern rose with a
<lurch. In the center of the room lay an enormous angel. He
<occupied the entire room, the entire hotel, the entire world.
<Its elongated, myopic-looking eyes, pale-green like predawn
<air, gazed at Kern without blinking from beneath straight,
<joined brows. Suffocating from the pungent odor of wet fur,
<Kern stood motionless in the apathy of ultimate fear,
<examining the giant, steamy wings and the white face.


AF: MUSE - making:
> musaceous 
> by the high intricacy to the weaving of its molecules,
> sharing the conjuror's secret by which though it is not often
> Death is told so clearly to fuck off the living genetic chains
> prove even labyrinthine enough to preserve some human face down
> ten or twenty generations ...


Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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