From: "Charles Gavette" <chaosmosis-AT-hotmail.com> Subject: Livonian Werewolf/Flaneurism 101: Mathilda's Hammer Date: Tue, 20 Oct 1998 19:41:58 PDT Of the records from the Inquisition, we can surnmise that fertiltiy cult themes flourished. When the harvest was not so good, or when malediction was suspect, various incantations, charms and amulets were put to use. Yet, one of these stories is unique. It is from Livonian lycanthropy and tells of a man who confessed to going out at night with a group of his friends to reclaim what grain had been stolen. (Carlo Ginzburg, "Ecstacies: Deciphering the Witch's Sabbath").... I can almost see the look on Carlo's face when he first wrote(after some explanation), ..."could it be...that it was....real?".......... Yes, Virginia, there really are frightening territories fur beyond what human perception can explain. The dilligent student will also find an interesting rhizome among these passages in Ecstacies: His reference to Wittgensteinian metaphorical method resonate with opposing tension to John Clet-Martin's (more seductive) argument as to how the concept is formed(his essay in South Atlantic Quarterly)..........Weasel, a proto-flaneur, joined some friends one afternoon and during the usual show-and-tell period, spoke of a mad experiment designed to ressurect the Age of the Codpiece. He explained to them that the use of ambiguity could be productive, even in the search for time regained, or a female who had her head screwed on at least somewhat attractively. The techne involved consisted in: 1)Tuning into the expressions of ambiguity from what was already known about enough women to be useful in the quest for fire(or water)....2)The use of neither over-, nor under-negating in the construction of the codpiece...3)Taking the machine to the streets for further experimentation......From 1), Weasel said that women will look at your shoes(yu); not all women, nor all of the time. The trick is to walk the boulevard with some brimmed hat on(a baseball cap will do) while looking down at the sidewalk. This is the avoidance/security/leave me-the-fuck-alone posture. When some are sure that you are not looking, they will look. If your kicks groove, many times they will continue upward(because, after all, it's the north-south axis that is most important)....From 2 & 3) the codpiece must be such that it is tuned to your particulars. For instance, Weasel said that when the codpiece is properly tuned the expression is evident as "How can that little, poorly postured, old, dried up, pumpkin-faced man be that,...well,...endowed?!? This can only happen if you have taken the time to ensure that the cod-piece neither over-, nor under-negates a possible universe. Be careful! This is when you are very likely to go awry. Sense the timing, grass-hopper. Feel the eudaimonia control your perception and actions, that feeling that comes under the sway of daemonic rhythym, that dissolves the vitreous resistance of laws(your usual dog-matic-ness)in the undulating ether of the cosmic pulse. You'll know when to look at her face. Do it now, quickly!! Yes, that one had a frown on her face as she scrutinized. Drop her from your rolls. You need her not at your hearth. She will give you the soothsayer's grief that has caused more than one shaken head.......Here comes another one....Timing, timing....Now!!! You scored big-time!, for you caught her both glancing at your tunedness and directly in your eyes as she smiled. It was the kind, you know what I mean. Weasel finished his show-and-tell-session with "I beseech y'all to further experimentaion and happy improvisations." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
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