All Actaeon (which I misspelled earlier) could possibly remind me of was a passage in Speak, Memory in which Nabokov throws in a "nymphean incarnation". It's Section Five of Chapter Ten and begins on page 210. Nabokov cleverly tells of "collecting "Parnassius Mnemosyne", strange butterflies of ancient lineage. While out hunting and- you know what? I'll just type it out for you kind folks because he speaks better than I ever shall.
"My quest had led me into a dense undergrowth of milky-white racemosa and dark alder at the very edge of the cold, blue river, when suddenly there was an outburst of splashes and shouts, and from behind a fragrant bush, I caught sight of Polenka and three or four other naked children bathing from the ruins of an old bathhouse a few feet away. Wet, gasping, one nostril of her snub nose running, the ribs of her adolescent body arched under her pale, goose-pimpled skin, her calves flecked with black mud, a curved comb burning in her damp-darkened hair, she was scrambling away from the swish and clack of water-lily stems that a drum-bellied girl with a shaven head and a shamelessly excited excited stripling wearing around the loins a kind of string, locally used against the evil eye, were yanking out of the water and harrying her with; and for a second or two-before I crept away in a dismal haze of disgust and desire- I saw a strange Polenka shiver and squat on the boards of the half-broken wharf, covering her breasts against the east wind with her crossed arms, while with the tip of her tongue she taunted her pursuers.
I've yet to find a Parnassius Mnemosyne, that wasn't more than a mnemonic.
If you will read along and down the rows of lines, you will find Nabokov telling a story that surely never happened but ends with Polenka telling her friend (YOU and Me?) [look, the young master does not know me] (212), followed by "- and that was the only time I ever heard her speak."
What a poet! What A Poet!
Section Six!
"The summer evenings of my boyhood when I used to ride her cottage speak to me in that voice of hers now."
Read Section Six!
"On a road among fields, where it met the desolate highway, I would dismount and prop my bicycle against a telegraph pole. A sunset, almost formidable in its splendor, would be lingering in the fully exposed sky. Among its imperceptibly changing amassments, one could pick out brightly stained structural details of celestial organisms. or glowing slits in dark banks, or flat, ethereal beaches that looked like mirages of desert islands. I did not know then (as I know perfectly well now) what to do with such things- how to get rid of them, how to transform them into something that can be turned over to the reader in printed characters to have him cope with the BLESSED SHIVER- and this inability enhanced my oppression. A colossal Shadow would begin to invade the fields, and the telegraph poles hummed in the stillness, and the night-feeders ascended the stems of their plants. Nibble, nibble, nibble-went a handsome striped caterpillar, not figured in Spuler, as he clung to a campanula stalk, working down with his mandible along the edge of the nearest leaf out of which he was eating a leisurely hemicircle, then again extending his neck, and again bending it gradually, as he deepened the neat concave. Automatically, I might slip him, with a bit of his plantlet, into a matchbox to take home with me and have him produce next year a Splendid Surprise, but my thoughts were elsewhere: Zina and Colette, my seaside playmates; Louise, the prancer; all the flushed, low-sashed, silky-haired little girls at festive parties; languorous Countess G., my cousin's lady; Polenka smiling in the agony of my new dreams-- all would merge to form somebody I did not know but was bound to know soon."
SPULER?
CAMPANULA?
PLANTLET?-?PLANTLET! Nymphett?
I really hope I'm wrong about what I just read. But maybe you should read chapter 13, Part I of Lolita, and tell me if there aren't a few relations.
The next paragraph is for his wife and about her as well.
Can you believe him?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
7th Day_-Go Stag, or stop lolling.
Students in desks too small, In hot rooms, boring rooms,and rooms without technicians following every whim and whimper;
Also to The Teachers!The Storytellers! The Enchanters and Enchantresses!;
Epiphany, by Sexson's definition, is a sudden paradigm of the Divine. It is not always about sleeping with your mother.
ALSO Don't Wait for Sexson- Go for it! (Nike ripoff?)
Read Sam's Blog and find the NY Times article about our Nabokov.
Lolita didn't Flash Peter Pan. (WHAT?) (ah)
James please take down Aubrey Beardsley Pictures -- To-- Priapic; A Giant Flaccid god. Giant God?, Giant Flaccid God? Why Are The Words Capitalized?
Put Up Your Annotations!
If you weren't in class you missed John on the Importance of Style and his beautiful combination of Emo and Goth--GothMo!
I would like to add that emo, or emotional music, was not nearly the die hard thing it has now become. It wasn't until My Chemical Romance (?) came out with there second album ( Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge) that the Gothic Crowd became intermingled with the Emo's, who were raised on bands such as the GetUp Kids, Saves The Day, and Chris Carrabba when Dashboard Confessional was his stage name and not his band name. With the release of Three Cheers, punk scenes, venues, around the world suddenly changed from plaid shirts, beanies, and slacks, to a more gothic, black, chained, face painted, red lipstick, tight pants, or women's pants appeal that generally changed the face of what most underground indie music scenes were doing. You will here a lot of fans of Saves The Day and Getup Kids tell you that Emo is dead, just as Punk died when The Clash Went Commercial.
TO The Amandatarians!
Grand job, keep up the work, be sure to let her know what you think as the novel evolves.
TO Sexsonians!
"No quote is ever quoted, it's only requoted.....?"
(Picnic,Lightning)- Laughter.
Aside: My damn pen keeps running low when it's transparent casing shows it's ruby red ink barely a drip below brimming!"
Sexson is not a lady and he does not like lightning.
John was and is a clean Freak.
DO NOT Read xxvii-xxxii
Read the Rape of Lucrice (spelling?) and Sonnet 129 of Gentle William
READ UP ON ACTEAN!
Have you noticed how much of literate relates to men abusing power? I sure haven't.
LOL.....Look of Lust.
Stopping loling.
P.31 The Books Look Them UP
Who knows who Gordon Pym is? (Edgar Allen Poe Poem) Edgar Allen Poe Poem. Kinda Catchy?
Also to The Teachers!The Storytellers! The Enchanters and Enchantresses!;
Epiphany, by Sexson's definition, is a sudden paradigm of the Divine. It is not always about sleeping with your mother.
ALSO Don't Wait for Sexson- Go for it! (Nike ripoff?)
Read Sam's Blog and find the NY Times article about our Nabokov.
Lolita didn't Flash Peter Pan. (WHAT?) (ah)
James please take down Aubrey Beardsley Pictures -- To-- Priapic; A Giant Flaccid god. Giant God?, Giant Flaccid God? Why Are The Words Capitalized?
Put Up Your Annotations!
If you weren't in class you missed John on the Importance of Style and his beautiful combination of Emo and Goth--GothMo!
I would like to add that emo, or emotional music, was not nearly the die hard thing it has now become. It wasn't until My Chemical Romance (?) came out with there second album ( Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge) that the Gothic Crowd became intermingled with the Emo's, who were raised on bands such as the GetUp Kids, Saves The Day, and Chris Carrabba when Dashboard Confessional was his stage name and not his band name. With the release of Three Cheers, punk scenes, venues, around the world suddenly changed from plaid shirts, beanies, and slacks, to a more gothic, black, chained, face painted, red lipstick, tight pants, or women's pants appeal that generally changed the face of what most underground indie music scenes were doing. You will here a lot of fans of Saves The Day and Getup Kids tell you that Emo is dead, just as Punk died when The Clash Went Commercial.
TO The Amandatarians!
Grand job, keep up the work, be sure to let her know what you think as the novel evolves.
TO Sexsonians!
"No quote is ever quoted, it's only requoted.....?"
(Picnic,Lightning)- Laughter.
Aside: My damn pen keeps running low when it's transparent casing shows it's ruby red ink barely a drip below brimming!"
Sexson is not a lady and he does not like lightning.
John was and is a clean Freak.
DO NOT Read xxvii-xxxii
Read the Rape of Lucrice (spelling?) and Sonnet 129 of Gentle William
READ UP ON ACTEAN!
Have you noticed how much of literate relates to men abusing power? I sure haven't.
LOL.....Look of Lust.
Stopping loling.
P.31 The Books Look Them UP
Who knows who Gordon Pym is? (Edgar Allen Poe Poem) Edgar Allen Poe Poem. Kinda Catchy?
Monday, September 21, 2009
On "H.H.'s Writing": Arthur "Rainbow" Rimbaud
I implore you students to attend this site and search through the biography for the reasoning behind Vivian's and Vladimir's choice of poets.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/arthur_rimbaud/biography
Read the miniscule poem, 'Novel', and if it entertains you with its jovial schoolboyness, try to read these interesting poems
http://www.press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/719774.html
'My little Lovers' is an especially Exceptional piece of work as Humbert goes.
Postscript -Anadyomene is a green algae.
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/arthur_rimbaud/biography
Read the miniscule poem, 'Novel', and if it entertains you with its jovial schoolboyness, try to read these interesting poems
http://www.press.uchicago.edu/Misc/Chicago/719774.html
'My little Lovers' is an especially Exceptional piece of work as Humbert goes.
Postscript -Anadyomene is a green algae.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Aubrey Beardsley!
(Colleagues! We are studying a book about a pedophile for the writing style, certainly we can view... 'this'... for its artistic merit...if there is any? If you can believe it, this is not the only,) and certainly not the rudest (picture on the Triple Double U. If you can believe it, this artist, became Catholic. Who Knew.) Postscript-Look up Lysistrata if you have not already.
Friday, September 18, 2009
To Amanda
On why Nabokov decides upon a pedophile.
Because you cannot explain the book as being the story about a man seducing his twelve-year old stepdaughter and not come off as a simplistic dimwit.
Because you cannot explain the book as being the story about a man seducing his twelve-year old stepdaughter and not come off as a simplistic dimwit.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Funny Games
YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST WATCH THIS TRAILER! (NOT REALLY)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec-70W_K77U
In response to Jared about how Humbert Humbert comes alive in our minds, telling us that we decide whether or not this story of Dolores Haze and Humbert Humbert, that really is so much more, survives! The Character's realization that he is alive! OR dead. Or just stuck in pages. Dead thoughts, like dead pictures.
But the thing about Funny Games, and it is quite a funny movie once you get past your more partial feelings, is that it wants you to play as well, and you certainly do too! Whether or not you want to, this movie makes your play just like it makes the The Indian, The Captains Wife, and Him play too! It sickening and twisting. It's slow to the point that you can see all those things that special effects have blown away, it's more a play than a film.
SPOILER: I have yet to watch this move with people that have understood anything about it. No amount of rewinding makes them happy (no matter who's doing it), no amount of character involvement makes them feel involved, and everyone seems to think that foreshadowing correlates to the same old reward. This is not your average film. If you're the type of person that can't sit still and listen during a movie, this is not for you.
Jared Especially, If you truly loved what you read, you will love this movie.
Sexson, This is your High Brow to Stranger than Fiction.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec-70W_K77U
In response to Jared about how Humbert Humbert comes alive in our minds, telling us that we decide whether or not this story of Dolores Haze and Humbert Humbert, that really is so much more, survives! The Character's realization that he is alive! OR dead. Or just stuck in pages. Dead thoughts, like dead pictures.
But the thing about Funny Games, and it is quite a funny movie once you get past your more partial feelings, is that it wants you to play as well, and you certainly do too! Whether or not you want to, this movie makes your play just like it makes the The Indian, The Captains Wife, and Him play too! It sickening and twisting. It's slow to the point that you can see all those things that special effects have blown away, it's more a play than a film.
SPOILER: I have yet to watch this move with people that have understood anything about it. No amount of rewinding makes them happy (no matter who's doing it), no amount of character involvement makes them feel involved, and everyone seems to think that foreshadowing correlates to the same old reward. This is not your average film. If you're the type of person that can't sit still and listen during a movie, this is not for you.
Jared Especially, If you truly loved what you read, you will love this movie.
Sexson, This is your High Brow to Stranger than Fiction.
Don't look up Aubrey Beardsley! Don't Do It!
Lo and behold "my" borrowed prose and "my Lo's" notes.....
Students, Nabokovians, Sexsonians, let us wade these murky waters.
James Merrill's Literary Seances (Excuse the absence) relates to Pale Fire, whom, apparently, James-Mr. Merrill will be mentioning directly in his lecture. You really do not need to go to this 'meeting' of souls on Friday September 18 from 4 to 5:30 in room 34(2?)6 of Johnson Hall, but a blog entry would certainly twirl Sexson's beard.
Annotate A Page! Students! Non of us have yet to do this! Shame on us!
But since we already have the annotations that A.A. has given us go ahead and -"give yourself a gold star for being smart."(Sexson)
James and Kari, Take Good Notes Today.
We've wondered today throughout the memories of Lolita. For those of you who missed (as well as those of us that have been sent back through the semester in hopes of finding answers), We talked of an Old World reserved gentleman, in the "Freedom" of America. Brought over on a reward from his cousin that works in the perfume business, H.H. eventually finds himself coming to the town of Ramsdale via a man named McCoo! Unluckily for McCoo a fire happens, destroying H.H.'s plans. But "luckily" for him a generously "hideous" woman, a Ms. Haze, allows him a place to stay, at an oddly low price of room and board....? He does not wish to stay, odd enough to say, until he reaches the garden full of lilies and a little Lolilie(!) bent down playing around. His lolila. One Humbert Humberts' Lolita.
To put it in the words the words of Ms. Haze (Rest in Piece you troubled soul), " That was my Lo...and these are my lilies."
Students, Students, Students. My mind had wandered off somewhere in the lilies, but just belo' them i have the marking of a few quotes;
"What do you know folks, I just couldn't do it." Sexson quoting Humbert Humbert on his plans of clearing the Haze.
as well as the other;
"Watch A Night of the Hunter." Another Classic in true Lola fashion!
Now, You may not know this, but McFate is in Control- which reminds me of the possibility that some of you may recall a certain Odoyel Clan that asserts their own rule?
But Enough of That!
Now I'm only repeating this Shaman, so you do not have the right to drop me (physically or otherwise) whatsoever.
Nabokovians,
Do not Connect Aubrey (McFate) to the School (Beardsley) in which Lolila is put in by Horrible Humbert.
I Repeat!
Do not Google Aubrey Beardsley.
At the Sake of Sounding redundant,
DO NOT FIND OUT ALL YOU CAN ABOUT AUBREY BEARDSLEY!
Also,
Read the seduction scene carelessly, or else you won't be able to get off the page.
SEXSONIANS!
THE MIDTERM PAPER!
Start it now (and worry about it constantly). it is to be a minimum of 2-3 pages and must be an extremely focused paper!
Topic Ideas:
-Melmouth (H.H.'s car or an alliteration to Melmouth the Wanderer! a 1918 Gothic Novel)
-Sherly Holmes-(is she a dean or a detective?)
-Bluebeard-(it actually doesn't fit....)
-Dracula!
-All the Disney Princesses
"Do not forget about letters to Amanda"
a maximum of 3 sentence responses (For there are never ever answers) to her question:
"Why does he (Nabokov!) choose to write about a pedophile?"
Read Sam's Blog! (Just for Fun!)
I Grow tired and weary of these notes yet I'll press on I suppose.... for all the bars and the barmen......
"The Center Reading" is located at the top of page 283; find it, read it, learn it, love it.
Nabokovians, gentlemen and gentlelaides, lasses, and lads, and pregnant women too; Pay attention to Lolita playing tennis!-see the truth of H.H. sinking through!
QUESTIONS and STATEMENTS TO CONSIDER!
Morality and Style are the same. Ask Percy Shelly.
Sexson never uses answers only responses, feel the murky water.....
"What is the Artist's responsibility."
Nabokov wants to create a sense of Dejavu. Where's Your Dejavu? (If you've taken the subject matter of Lolita seriously, then you might as well waste your time taking this literally as well! Text Smiley Face of Excitement and Mirth!)
Students, Nabokovians, Sexsonians, let us wade these murky waters.
James Merrill's Literary Seances (Excuse the absence) relates to Pale Fire, whom, apparently, James-Mr. Merrill will be mentioning directly in his lecture. You really do not need to go to this 'meeting' of souls on Friday September 18 from 4 to 5:30 in room 34(2?)6 of Johnson Hall, but a blog entry would certainly twirl Sexson's beard.
Annotate A Page! Students! Non of us have yet to do this! Shame on us!
But since we already have the annotations that A.A. has given us go ahead and -"give yourself a gold star for being smart."(Sexson)
James and Kari, Take Good Notes Today.
We've wondered today throughout the memories of Lolita. For those of you who missed (as well as those of us that have been sent back through the semester in hopes of finding answers), We talked of an Old World reserved gentleman, in the "Freedom" of America. Brought over on a reward from his cousin that works in the perfume business, H.H. eventually finds himself coming to the town of Ramsdale via a man named McCoo! Unluckily for McCoo a fire happens, destroying H.H.'s plans. But "luckily" for him a generously "hideous" woman, a Ms. Haze, allows him a place to stay, at an oddly low price of room and board....? He does not wish to stay, odd enough to say, until he reaches the garden full of lilies and a little Lolilie(!) bent down playing around. His lolila. One Humbert Humberts' Lolita.
To put it in the words the words of Ms. Haze (Rest in Piece you troubled soul), " That was my Lo...and these are my lilies."
Students, Students, Students. My mind had wandered off somewhere in the lilies, but just belo' them i have the marking of a few quotes;
"What do you know folks, I just couldn't do it." Sexson quoting Humbert Humbert on his plans of clearing the Haze.
as well as the other;
"Watch A Night of the Hunter." Another Classic in true Lola fashion!
Now, You may not know this, but McFate is in Control- which reminds me of the possibility that some of you may recall a certain Odoyel Clan that asserts their own rule?
But Enough of That!
Now I'm only repeating this Shaman, so you do not have the right to drop me (physically or otherwise) whatsoever.
Nabokovians,
Do not Connect Aubrey (McFate) to the School (Beardsley) in which Lolila is put in by Horrible Humbert.
I Repeat!
Do not Google Aubrey Beardsley.
At the Sake of Sounding redundant,
DO NOT FIND OUT ALL YOU CAN ABOUT AUBREY BEARDSLEY!
Also,
Read the seduction scene carelessly, or else you won't be able to get off the page.
SEXSONIANS!
THE MIDTERM PAPER!
Start it now (and worry about it constantly). it is to be a minimum of 2-3 pages and must be an extremely focused paper!
Topic Ideas:
-Melmouth (H.H.'s car or an alliteration to Melmouth the Wanderer! a 1918 Gothic Novel)
-Sherly Holmes-(is she a dean or a detective?)
-Bluebeard-(it actually doesn't fit....)
-Dracula!
-All the Disney Princesses
"Do not forget about letters to Amanda"
a maximum of 3 sentence responses (For there are never ever answers) to her question:
"Why does he (Nabokov!) choose to write about a pedophile?"
Read Sam's Blog! (Just for Fun!)
I Grow tired and weary of these notes yet I'll press on I suppose.... for all the bars and the barmen......
"The Center Reading" is located at the top of page 283; find it, read it, learn it, love it.
Nabokovians, gentlemen and gentlelaides, lasses, and lads, and pregnant women too; Pay attention to Lolita playing tennis!-see the truth of H.H. sinking through!
QUESTIONS and STATEMENTS TO CONSIDER!
Morality and Style are the same. Ask Percy Shelly.
Sexson never uses answers only responses, feel the murky water.....
"What is the Artist's responsibility."
Nabokov wants to create a sense of Dejavu. Where's Your Dejavu? (If you've taken the subject matter of Lolita seriously, then you might as well waste your time taking this literally as well! Text Smiley Face of Excitement and Mirth!)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
4th day, Sept. 10,2009- The "Game" Plan
Notes!
Why does Nabokov find James Joyce so entertaining and delectable?
People, go to Chris' blog for the one, the only, the televised nabokov.
Also People, Go check out Nabokov teaching Cornell Class! or is it Christopher Plumber?
A few things to note to yourself:
Creative Nonficition is (an oxymoron) the artful business of lying.
You never finish anything
You can't read a book, you can only reread a book.
SPINE
Think with your spine!
"Have you ever had a shiver go up your spine?" -Rhetorical
Great Authors
are
Storytellers
Teachers
Enchanters
Lollita
The heroes of the book are methods of composition.
Note: The heroes of the book are methods of composition.
"Precision of Poetry & Intuition of Science"
READ WITH YOUR SPINE!
"We need stories more than we need bridges." -Michael Sexson
The Great Writers are In Search Of Lost Time.
You need to remember, to remember, to remember, so you can remember.
Remember?
(Are
Why does Nabokov find James Joyce so entertaining and delectable?
People, go to Chris' blog for the one, the only, the televised nabokov.
Also People, Go check out Nabokov teaching Cornell Class! or is it Christopher Plumber?
A few things to note to yourself:
Creative Nonficition is (an oxymoron) the artful business of lying.
You never finish anything
You can't read a book, you can only reread a book.
SPINE
Think with your spine!
"Have you ever had a shiver go up your spine?" -Rhetorical
Great Authors
are
Storytellers
Teachers
Enchanters
Lollita
The heroes of the book are methods of composition.
Note: The heroes of the book are methods of composition.
"Precision of Poetry & Intuition of Science"
READ WITH YOUR SPINE!
"We need stories more than we need bridges." -Michael Sexson
The Great Writers are In Search Of Lost Time.
You need to remember, to remember, to remember, so you can remember.
Remember?
(Are
Kushman's Butterflies
This picture, taken by Gail McCintyre during Advanced Performance Exercising (Notice We're all sitting), captures me in a state of being pestered, butterflies whipping around my stomach, by the man whom the head in the right corner of the picture belongs to; Mr. Kandolin, the gym/mathematics/girls basketball coach. During the course of the four years I had Kandolin as a teacher, in two of his three areas (pick for yourselves), he enjoyed the art of coming up to me and poking with his fingers shaped into pincers, talons of sharp pain in my ribs, if only for the excitement of seeing my arms flail into the air acquiring him the position of full nelson that he slipped into like a gleeful boy eating worms when he's been told repeatedly not too. My shirt is untucked, a demerit, a detention if i wasn't a football player, and the truth of the matter is that i don't believe that I own a pair of pants (Rushmore embroidery made, with An S.T.M. in blue below the left pocket) that did not have a three inch split down the groin. Now if you notice, and you should because those three gentlemen are extremely unattractive, they are wearing jeans; Jean wearing is a venial sin while in class, but every once and a while certain good behaviors (such as giving money to the school, nothing so extravagant as saving a child, or another life) would allow "spirit" days, upon which you were allowed to where blue jeans. It puts me in chuckles how a school focused upon teaching about the spirit would don the name spirit upon a day that students all view is an end of purgatory. Now the second gentlemen sitting, whom appears to be hiding behind Doug (who always seems to be in every picture I've ever seen) is chewing, spitting into a Gatorade water cup which he received from a dispenser located in the doorway down the way, hidden behind the basketball receptacle device. Now for all of you, who happen to read this article, if you just so happen to notice what I bring to class that carries from this picture, please tell me how nice my "..." is and that you once found it unattractive but since becoming a Sexsonian/Nabokovian you've really found the beauty in things.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Notes on the 3rd day of Class, September 8th 2009
Chris is an embellisher!
Go to Jana the Giftbearer's blog and read.
Sexson insist that we gain an eye for the unattractive and pay attention to him in class.
Put in a commonplace book (copied lines from books that you just can not help but love!)
"I'm going to do a trick now," So Shaman rattles Nabokov likens to state.
Chapter Four, Page Eighty Four of Speak, Memory: "I appeal to parents: never, never say, 'hurry up', to a child."
Hurrying up
THE ART OF DISCOVERY......
IN.....
GROUP PROJECTS!
Devote yourself to your Nobokavian studies to prepare for your Sexsonian Presentations!
Don't forget;
1. We must, must be informative.
2. We must, must be extra, xtra, traliffically amusing/enjoyable (but more on the
former slant;).
"Reality"! (the terrible clawmarks on Ry)
"Put everything in Quotations for a day, it's fun." -Sexson
Aside: "Getting your mind blown is rhetorical for Shaman."
2nd and second most Nabokov loves to play the game of parody's.
"GO to the Sam Site in Search of the Code."
VIVIAN DARKBLOOM
Vladimir Nabokov........See anything?
Aside Perkin's is low brow.
"real"
THE ENCHANTED HUNTER
THE PLAY?
THE KILLER?
THE KILLED?
THE BLUE'S? (Nabokov has his own blue's clue's! who knew?)
Don't forget you have no life outside of Sexsonian studies.
....See you all in the library....?
Go to Jana the Giftbearer's blog and read.
Sexson insist that we gain an eye for the unattractive and pay attention to him in class.
Put in a commonplace book (copied lines from books that you just can not help but love!)
"I'm going to do a trick now," So Shaman rattles Nabokov likens to state.
Chapter Four, Page Eighty Four of Speak, Memory: "I appeal to parents: never, never say, 'hurry up', to a child."
Hurrying up
THE ART OF DISCOVERY......
IN.....
GROUP PROJECTS!
Devote yourself to your Nobokavian studies to prepare for your Sexsonian Presentations!
Don't forget;
1. We must, must be informative.
2. We must, must be extra, xtra, traliffically amusing/enjoyable (but more on the
former slant;).
"Reality"! (the terrible clawmarks on Ry)
"Put everything in Quotations for a day, it's fun." -Sexson
Aside: "Getting your mind blown is rhetorical for Shaman."
2nd and second most Nabokov loves to play the game of parody's.
"GO to the Sam Site in Search of the Code."
VIVIAN DARKBLOOM
Vladimir Nabokov........See anything?
Aside Perkin's is low brow.
"real"
THE ENCHANTED HUNTER
THE PLAY?
THE KILLER?
THE KILLED?
THE BLUE'S? (Nabokov has his own blue's clue's! who knew?)
Don't forget you have no life outside of Sexsonian studies.
....See you all in the library....?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
On The Road
Now, I am not proud of the way in which I discovered the book that would open my life to literature sitting on a couch in a basement with two old friends (then they were young in age) watching three friends sitting at a U-turn red booth inside a diner next to the beach of Surf City U.S.A. discussing what they should do know that Marissa and Seth had decided to run away with the Labrador faced Ryan, when Seth mentions doing the On The Road thing, and I, immediately that night, look up the book on Amazon/Borders (if you remember how it used to be before the dreadful splitting) much to the dismay of the tall tell story that everyone wishes to share about seeing what they want to do with themselves while on this planet.
If you haven't already figured out the novel that directed my path, than you might as well quit reading (except for you, Shaman, you'll have to suffer through it). It doesn't get anymore entertaining, no one dies, until later, and I'm certainly not going to share that as part of my discovering literature; finding literature was not a healing crucifix that I turned to in a desperate need to fill the gap left by the fleeting of butterflies-no!- I read the book because i was told it was not allowed.
There is, and i forget his name now because back then, when i listened to him, i did not have a memory theater in which to place him (and if you're thinking that my memory theater is broken from my sad display of recollection in class today than you are utterly wrong, I found all fifty), a rapper who sings the lyrics:
"I'm cruising in my Cadillac,
You know I'm bluesin'
reading Jack Kerouac."
And it's in these lyrics that you really find Jack, or Mr. Kerouac, and he's certainly not dusty, (though if you find Nabokov a bit unsettling with his rampant complexity than i recommend staying away from Visions of Cody) not with all the wind that rushed through his hair as he travelled Transcontinental, back and forth, to end up sharing all his stories in bitter detail while drugged out on Benzedrine in front of a typewriter in his mother's basement for two weeks. Then, reading the material never could have seemed more harmless, what with all the mind numbing television we watch.....but nothing had more of an influence in the way I lived through high school. Literature has a way of letting the moths out of the stuffy percentage of our brains.
Now I'll never get the lyrics out of my head. To da lo.
If you haven't already figured out the novel that directed my path, than you might as well quit reading (except for you, Shaman, you'll have to suffer through it). It doesn't get anymore entertaining, no one dies, until later, and I'm certainly not going to share that as part of my discovering literature; finding literature was not a healing crucifix that I turned to in a desperate need to fill the gap left by the fleeting of butterflies-no!- I read the book because i was told it was not allowed.
There is, and i forget his name now because back then, when i listened to him, i did not have a memory theater in which to place him (and if you're thinking that my memory theater is broken from my sad display of recollection in class today than you are utterly wrong, I found all fifty), a rapper who sings the lyrics:
"I'm cruising in my Cadillac,
You know I'm bluesin'
reading Jack Kerouac."
And it's in these lyrics that you really find Jack, or Mr. Kerouac, and he's certainly not dusty, (though if you find Nabokov a bit unsettling with his rampant complexity than i recommend staying away from Visions of Cody) not with all the wind that rushed through his hair as he travelled Transcontinental, back and forth, to end up sharing all his stories in bitter detail while drugged out on Benzedrine in front of a typewriter in his mother's basement for two weeks. Then, reading the material never could have seemed more harmless, what with all the mind numbing television we watch.....but nothing had more of an influence in the way I lived through high school. Literature has a way of letting the moths out of the stuffy percentage of our brains.
Now I'll never get the lyrics out of my head. To da lo.
My first memory
It's not true, the memory, that I ever flew down the tree house on a child's tricycle when i was young. I never giggled, I never saw my legs sticking up in the air as the pedals spun a blur of yellow and red while the ground flew by and the forests of pines drew quicker as I neared the end of the ramp leading up to the giant tree fort located in front of the log cabin in the hills that my father built as well. It never happened. The picture of my brothers and I (that rests in the bins of pictures mother has closed up underneath the drawers where the place mats for the living room table go when know one is in need of eating) standing, smiling with our hands atop each others shoulders, in front of the tree fort with the ramp extending behind us. It was never real. An apparent artificial memory. According to the big bother, or brother (my apologies) that was of an age that memory recalls more adequately, the ramp was never ours. It never belonged to the tree fort my father built. It was an addition put on by the new owners who's children have memory of flying down the tree house ramp on their tricycle, giggling, legs in the air, watching the pedals spin a blur of colors while the ground goes by and the forest of pines draws close.
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