ATDTDA (2): Lew Basnight

[Glenn Scheper]

> ... what should be occurring to me when I ponder
> the dark flight of fireworks before they explode.

Orgasm.

Lew Bas-night, the bottom-of-the-night resonated with me.
My ATD is at home, whence I fled the shrew some days ago,
but recapping glimpses of Lew you have shared:

> Lew Basnight, the "spotter" from White City Investigations,
> arrives at dawn the next day bearing telescopic gear that
> he "broke ... in on the Ferris wheel"

The Ferris wheel suggests the Ouroboros, an autofellator.
But to escape into a more-is-up heaven is a great gift.
Metaphorically it is to map tantric meanings on religion.

> Does anyone else think of the religious concept of Original
> Sin when they hear of Lew's 'unknown sin"?

I thought it was original when I invented it. In fact, I was
utterly abject, sure no man in all time ever did it before.
This was all amplified by knowing I had become Jesus Christ.

> Lew entered the detective business "by way
> of a sin he was supposed to have committed,"
> but "couldn't remember what he'd done,
> or hadn't done, or even when."
> Average citizens react to him beligerently,
> women cast glares at him,
> and various people offer peculiar advice to him, and --
> seemingly unable to grasp what everyone else around him
> knows about his "sin"

I couldn't find a place in the bible saying not to blow
yourself, save for weak clues, like to avoid blood and
things strangled, and being drunk with wine is excess.
And as I advocated weak atheisism, God as a fable only,
Who could have seen me, or, as heard here, "Who knew?"
Yet, everything really does connect. And being suddenly
thrust into this new spiritual sensitivity, a psychosis.

I have felt "citizen reactions", after crashing my car
and having to take a bus weekends 2 hours to my parents,
and on not a few trips, I could just sense undercurrent
buzzing talk throughout the bus, everyone 'cussing me.
With no thirty years of study to know that judgement
consists in your abreaction to God, the auto-erotic,
I thought that I was the one wrong, condemned by all.

Or once when too stoned to converse, yet another man
in utter stupor, mouthed "shotgun", indicting my sin.
Even the radio condemned me, a Blakean root, a "runner
in the night", though "knights in white satin" soothed.
Also reminds me of Dickinson's statement, ~ "Everyone
says "What?" to me, but I thought it a fashion."

Great insights come once you can sort out spirits.
Like today, I was in the park, and a girl jogged by,
and we smiled and nodded. Some female in the tennis
courts say loudly, "She loved you good." But that
was a deceptive spirit.

Later, I bought popcorn at Target. I saw a a chain
of incompletely separated receipts accumulating on
the register. And so I thought I won't get one.
But I heard myself (or some Narrator, God) tell me,

  "Your receipt will come out of her mouth."

And she said, "Your change is three sixty two."

Well, three must be my treble part in her mouth,
and two are her breasts, but if she sucked them,
they would be two twos, or four, so they must be
in my mouth, and sixty is by multiplying three
and two, hence coitus, and ten is sure coming.
I remember leaving, thinking, "you're pretty
when your pants are pulled up." Then I got an
instant replay when I was trying out my word
search on "meditate" and pulled this up very
description of that sequence:

33:16 He shall dwell on high:
his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks:
bread shall be given him;
his waters shall be sure.

  -- file://\i\kn\23_isai.txt

BTW, I liked the style of Dave Monroe's quotes,
URL following, indented, dash, and made WordsEx
emulate it when copying text to clipboard.

> Baslight is guilty of some heinous crime,
> which causes him to lose his wife, Troth,

Like Lot? Who was Job's devil? "Curse God and Die."

> "What if I didn't care what it took to bring her back?"
Like Orpheus? Was that his name? Have lyre, will travel?

> his young wife Troth,
> intending to persuade him to return home,
> travels to Chicago only to chastise him.
> As they walk the streets of an unsavory neighborhood,
> he makes it clear that he "can't remember"
> what it is he's supposed to have done.
> She tells him to "go back to one of your other wives"
> and, hailing a cab, leaves him.

He's drunk on Lethe. She's inordinately jealous, like
David's wife, Micah; Or like... I won't go there today.

> eventually culminating in his job with WCI following
> Archduke Ferdinand. "He had just sort of wandered into it,
> by way of a sin he was supposed once to have committed.

This could be an altar ego, like Pale Fire's Shade (?),
or the GR Slothrop (?) dealing with the lusty Adenoid.
Knowing there is gnostic power in autofellatio, sex is
a matter of essential research. That's what I call the
notable preacher getting a blow job: Original research.

> I think that Lew is now working off of something older than
> Christianity, he's "Off the Wheel", he is now exempt and has
> transgressed into the realm of Magick.

Yes, yes... see my next post.

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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