Its compressed, non-specififc, haunting alarm--like that of a silvery thimble's seemingly infinite tiny indentations' mutely arrested, immobilized warning of potentially painful, self-inflicted injury with a sewing needle.
Alan, I read my hurried, harried (did I offend him, etc?), overstuffed remark and realized I was thinking of KR's thimble and Girling's haiku, in which the Beast, unconverted, murders Beauty, simultaneously. Ever since "schizophrenic shears" popped into my head to conclude the riddle Of the ONYX EEL, I've been thinking about the inescapable ubiquity of duplicity. But I have been anyway, ever since reading Peter Slotertdijk's THE CRITIQUE OF CYNICAL KNOWLEDGE. By
Hmm. Sounds like Hegel, the little I know of him. Definitely no offence taken, just my relative obtuseness.My inverted Beast and Beauty are a Rorschach pair that can take readers almost anywhere, I suppose. Your musings are most welcome here!
One of the ships of state has past; left a wake in the fog. Flag flying.
And a dubious captain at the helm. Plato would not be happy.
…standing at the harbor watching a wounded civilization drift toward the horizon — flag still fluttering, but hope dimmed to sepia.
Nice! Thanks for that, Gloria.
Brings back the slightly frightening, empty mystery of that silvery motherly tool, a tailor's thimble.
How so, Kenneth? I’m curious.
Its compressed, non-specififc, haunting alarm--like that of a silvery thimble's seemingly infinite tiny indentations' mutely arrested, immobilized warning of potentially painful, self-inflicted injury with a sewing needle.
Ah I see! Scarier than I expected. Don’t remember my mother doing much sewing, but I think it’s apt. Thanks 🙏.
Alan, I read my hurried, harried (did I offend him, etc?), overstuffed remark and realized I was thinking of KR's thimble and Girling's haiku, in which the Beast, unconverted, murders Beauty, simultaneously. Ever since "schizophrenic shears" popped into my head to conclude the riddle Of the ONYX EEL, I've been thinking about the inescapable ubiquity of duplicity. But I have been anyway, ever since reading Peter Slotertdijk's THE CRITIQUE OF CYNICAL KNOWLEDGE. By
Um, By CYNICAL, Sloterdijk means dialectical dynamics, thesis and antithesis constituting...whatever we think, do, say, etc.
Hmm. Sounds like Hegel, the little I know of him. Definitely no offence taken, just my relative obtuseness.My inverted Beast and Beauty are a Rorschach pair that can take readers almost anywhere, I suppose. Your musings are most welcome here!