real tuff Vleeptron PizzaQ (Bob thinks)!
Okay, no PizzaQ Honor System here, Google all you want, call Klaes in Rotterdam, resort to Remote Viewing, whatever. I think this is worth 2 Large Pizzas with mushrooms, onions and sausage.
Why am I posting the following? Sup with this post? It has a Purpose. What is it?
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Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Marcia Yudkin and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard tennis ... the stones ... so calm ... Cunard ... unfinished ...
posted by Vleeptron Dude | 17:00
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Is this from PKD's Exegese(pre-VAILS) ?
uhhh ... whatever you're asking ... no.
Didi: Well? Shall we go?
Gogo: Yes, let's go.
They do not move.
That ain't the answer to the Vleeptron PizzaQ, but Adam, whoever you are, is one very well-educated fella.
Well, let's see if I can take a crack at the purpose of this. Beckett's said he's not talking about Christianity in "Waiting for Godot," and while the business of naming a frequently mentioned, yet never seen, character "Godot" would suggest otherwise, the crucifix-fetishists aren't the only ones offering up love (or goats, or self-flagellation, etc., etc.) to Yahweh. I'm gonna kind of generalize here and say that all the Yahweh-based religions, at least as interpreted by Western societies, have a pretty similar concept of the nature of the top deity-- omnipotence, omnipresence, omniscience, benevolence. (Even the Jews, who weren't and aren't big on forgiveness, had ways to deal with/ignore the possibility Yahweh wasn't too benevolent to them personally.)
But the play was written during the late `40s and didn't get released until `52. Two world wars had pretty much taken the conceit that reality wasn't such a bad place, thanks to the aforementioned Yahweh and our own free will, and defenestrated it. When the "free" will of entire nations can be manipulated into bureaucratized mass murder, and governments establish state religions or co-opt pre-existing ones with nary a peep, being optimistic about Order and Progress looks gauche. Beckett was a big defender/admirer of James Joyce to boot, so optimism was pretty well lost on him anyway.
Lucky's declaration is his reply when he's told to "think." Pazzo, a man who carries himself like an overseer with Lucky as slave, says that Lucky "used to think very prettily," but shudders at the thought of what would come out of his mouth in the time of "Godot." Lucky's thoughts, like most aware and well-educated peoples' in the aftermath of both wars, were rejections of the idyllic images of the past, and the insanity of reality wasn't about to let itself get expressed in a complete, coherent sentence.
p.s. I have no experience whatsoever with PKD's VALIS or VALIS-inspired writing (though I know what it is, not sure how that fell into this brain of mine), but Dick's sci-fi is pretty damn good. He's one of the few who uses science fiction as a source for real ideas, not just window dressing on potboilers.
Adam ... that was fascinating ... I'll give it a B+. But for a college English essay.
It has totally nothing to do with the Vleeptron PizzaQ. No pizza 4 u.
Try not to use that form of The Big Dewd's name, I think He gets steamed when you try to say it out loud. I think that's like Commandment 1.
Also thanks for jogging my pathetic brain that patfromch was talking about Philip K Dick. Doh.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Berkeley
The purpose of this text is to irritate and confuse us and give us something to think about while we're doing the laundry ;)
I take a suspicious approach to questions. If I don't understand one, I throw words at it until it goes away.
Gotta say, I'm a fairly Bright Person, got a wall full of diplomas that says so. I have No Idea (TM) what this is about. Ask me about 14th c. liturgies during the Avignon Papacy! Ask me about the order of prayers in 6th c. Coptic eucharistic liturgies, and what colours were worn for each Sunday in the major and minor Basilicas in Rome in the seventh century, and I might have an idea. This...I got nothing.
Yo ... go here ... there's le Hint at the end of this post:
http://vleeptron.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-call-him-by-that-name-out-loud.html
Skipped out for an 0420, came back, looked at the text and then it hit me like a hammer. "Given the existence as UTTERED forth quaquaquaqua"
Quite a few french writers won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature, the most famous being Albert Camus (The Plague) and bloody Jean-Paul Sartre. I bloody hate Sartre, he was a stupid selfish git. This whole idea about existentialism is just a load of heifer dust if you ask me. James Joyce had clearer views on Society even when he was blind effing drunk.
Anyway, here we go
http://peter.honeyman.org/quotes.html
did you know that Lewis Carrol wrote an essay on the story of Achilles and the Tortoise ? And that Monty Python skit about Sartre ?
Oh yes yup yup I know the Carroll and I know the Python. Douglas Hoftsadter also has several Tortoise vs. Achilles dialogues in his book "Metamagical Themas" (or maybe in his more famous "Godel, Escher, Bach").
The thing about Zeno is that, unlike Bischof Berkeley, Zeno had a wicked awesome sense of humor. The whole purpose of his Paradoxes was to drive the smartest people in Greece absolutely crazy because they KNEW Achilles HAD to beat the Tortoise, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with Zeno's "proof" that Achilles never wins the race. It took Smart People about 2200 years to find the flaw in Zeno. It only took about 200 years to find the flaw in Berkeley's critiques of the Calculus. (They're the same sort of thing.)
They usually just call it "Lucky's Speech" rather than "Lucky's Lament." In "Godot," he only speaks at all because the other characters are threatening him and screaming at him: "Think! Think!" So this is what comes out of Lucky's mouth when he's being forced to Think. And very disturbingly, it sounds verrrrrrry similar to what comes out of Ph.D. Professors' mouths when they're just Professionally Thinking.
When he finishes, one of the other characters grabs the hat from Lucky's head, throws it on the ground and leaps up and down on the hat and yells: "There's an end to your thinking!"
Meanwhile, "uttering" isn't the Clue. There's a clue in what I posted which will point to why I posted it. Maybe you might want to compare the text I posted with the text from
http://peter.honeyman.org/quotes.html
That's 2 Hints.
btw this entire PizzaQ has moved to a new home. Everybody SVP post further Comments at the bottom of:
http://vleeptron.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-call-him-by-that-name-out-loud.html
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn
http://peter.honeyman.org/quotes.html
why aren't there 6 or 7 competing googles? all I know about is google, which is head and shoulders above msn, yahoo, lycos, altavista, askjeeves, etc. hey, are all of those still running search engines?
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