How to be Invisible [veering off-course from RE: TRP unfilmable?]

robinlandseadel at comcast.net robinlandseadel at comcast.net
Tue Jun 3 14:20:32 CDT 2008


While I suppose the odds are in 'enry's favor as regards
the author of Friend Tom's missives, the particular focus 
on family heresy was the bell set off in my addled, and 

http://tinyurl.com/6p99g3

apparently shrunken brain. I've been told my right lobe 
dominates my left lobe and I believe it---intuition, you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyyjU8fzEYU

can call it a crock all you like, but if you read Against 
the Day, spend a few more hours with Madame Eskimoff, 
maybe even Madame Psychosis while you're at it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC3OXai7W9I

"Shall I pwoject a wold?" Probably, but it still led me to William
Pynchon/Slothrop, New England Transcendentalists and the
Unitarian Heresy of Inclusion. Hot Topics, one and all:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vrg4tbwJl_w

I can't seem to get this song out of my head. It relates only
in a poetic sense to this thread, invisibility as an act of magic, 
perhaps the real reason OBA hides in plain sight. . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNd_tZb52g0

I found a book on how to be invisible
Take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
And you're invisible

Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat

I found a book on how to be invisible
On the edge of the labyrinth
Under a veil you must never lift
Pages that you must never turn
In the labyrinth
You stand in front of a million doors
And each one holds a million more
Corridors that lead to the world
Of the invisible
Corridors that twist and turn
Corridors that blister and burn

Eye of Braille
Hem of anorak
Stem of wallflower
Hair of doormat
Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?

Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that the autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you walking home?
Is that a storm in the swimming pool?

You take a pinch of keyhole
And fold yourself up
You cut along a dotted line
You think inside out
You jump 'round three times
You jump into the mirror
And you're invisible 

"How to be Invisible", Kate Bush



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