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The thing that I like about the internet, is that after I finish reading a book by a now-alive author, I can usually find some kind of interview with him online about his book(s). As in this one with George Saunders.

He wrote a collection of short stories called CivilWarLand in Bad Decline. It’s gregarious and funny and mostly about the strange world of strangely imagined amusement parks.

Sometimes the stories are more poignant. Sometimes they are more hilarious. They are all the time worth reading though.

Libraries are wonderful things, but if not: *

free all the little birdies in the window!

all the little daisy canaries are flooding the windowed place… peer through that glassy eye and point yer clickything, it’s all a conspiratorial spatzo. but that’s aoky, i’ve been through worse cornucopiae.

through all the dastardly perinados, yes. i mean, no. how to describe the brain’s furlough, i mean, where’s it vacationing these days, that forward pushing just wants to lounge in the barca and drink mohitos, or some damn thing. the rain’s come back, like gangbusters, and all my gang’s a-busted, if you know, and the nurachems are placid and gray like the heaving stomachlouds. (oh ho, heavens! didja eatcha sumpin ya din agree wid yer stoma? gi gi, cackle)

muy eyeballs string whip tears (rip that plasty paper, mate, grawl it right down ya middle!) and i’m pushing them back up there with my greazy thumbs (i smell the blood of an englishmun)

but so, the carps been heaping all over the docky quay. smellin up the hair, don’cha wanna rub some o that goop in yer air? good gor! what’s gotten into that chib? he’s gone all gray, his wife’s fallen into the sloop!

the previous translated manymany times

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Or There and Back Again


indulgent reproofs. or maybe some kind of swatching cloth. eh. like the hum of a bumblebee or two, stinging the temple with its sticky, yes. and all the honey goes kerfluff. in the doorway there are two straws or maybe a camel with two humps and the same could be said for testimonials, too, or maybe.

under or beneath the rug there are some bugs, so cute, so cuddly, with their six little legs waving and their scapulars and their thoraxes and all the stingrays or i mean antennae or some other bugridden dooddad. soft, that catchy bug won?t like yer impudent stare! er.

fulminating brews, blast the top off the brain burrow, climbing inside there, what?s to find? a dazzling array of delgados or frusty chimney barristers? or maybe there?s only some kind of froth, the remains of some high tide that came through once, depositing the silty mounds of seaweed and tentacular splendor. there?s that suspiciously disordered stingray smell (i mean fishy) making the head spin or maybe those nostrilos.

there are some kinds of mattering which don?t seem to matter much. and some other matterings which though smattering matter much more than other matters. mad hatters? or maybe they?re only illusory matters that matter to us and not real matters at all? what time is it, anyway? who?s late these days, with these atomic clocks reeling out their decimating time? where?s the sun in thar? sometimes you eat the bar?

verdant sundried? or i meant to say sunrises. what time is that anyway?


After deciding awhile ago to start writing brief descriptions of all the books that I’ve been reading, I quickly got behind. Here’s a stab at some catch-up:

A little more than a week ago, I finished reading
Robert S. De Ropp’s The Master Game: Pathways to Higher Consciousness. The basic premise of the book is that there are several “games” that people play in their lives: the survival game; the family game; “pig-in-the-trough” (the acquisition game); “cock-on-the-heap” (the fame game); and the master game.

According to de Ropp, the only game worth playing is the master game, or the pursuit of higher consciousness. I must admit, that I’m not entirely sure what he means by “higher consciousness”, but it seems to involve achieving a state of conscious, rather than unconscious, living. To move through life in a state of wakefulness rather than half-asleep.

He then goes on to describe several methods to achieve varying degrees of wakefulness, most of which involve some degree of living-in-the-momentness. He also describes personality/body types (somatic, cerebrotonic and viscerotonic –what is particularly bizarre about these words is that I had never come across them before and then, what do you know, they pop up all over the place in Limbo, which I spoke about before.) and the particular difficulties or stumbling blogs that each of these personality types tend to encounter in the master game.

He also discusses the false enlightenment which drugs represent and the need to avoid that particular trap. This is the section I found to be the most interesting.

Okay, it seemed like a lot of the same kinds of things I’ve been reading elsewhere, but the strange thing about de Ropp is that I can’t really find anything about him online. (Maybe I’m just not being thorough enough…) I found some casual references to him scattered about, such as here and here. It’s very strange. I wish that I could remember where I first came across de Ropp’s name… Perhaps it was in Rudolph Steiner’s book? I can remember…


gazpacho soop!

these are the august rolypolies that brought them here:

right side of the brain
right brain
right side of brain
science behind alien hand syndrome
right side brain
the right side of the brain
grant morrison interviews
how to unleash your right brain
strange instruments
achewood discussion
brain shiver
dance on the head of a pin
ear plugger
gazpacho soop
i hate centipedes
keepmedia. com
online etymology dictionary