Après-coup 1

                                                                   Après-coup 1

 Not a thing. Like Houdini. Somewhat diametric if found away from my hand toward the table with four legs placed on the stairs to the lady descending stairs jolted exactly at that point where the thing placed between us was kept, on table. Between them, not a thing. The lady was a Miltonian who quandered as if she were blind to the table. Symmetry opposed she sang, “They also serve who only stand and wait” and paused a while at the table.

This is what is called an edible pronoun, when you cannot fixate on one, between them and us, there is not a thing if the thing between us is not a thing between them. They are in us. They are an edible pronoun, something definitely I have to say on edible. “Lady descended stairs, therefore it is edible” is all I could come with at that point, when where my hand was stood where it was. The painting is bemusing.

The lady at the end of the room was a writing. They have cleped us, it read, Anglo-saxon. And then there was the sound. At that point my hand moved, and a stroke I saw on the paper exactly where it was read. I fissured through a tiny pineapple and as I looked at it it tasted. My eyes were sane, yours. Sweet.

All literature read the same for me with that pronoun. Houdini disappeared. We were in the back of the room, kissing jolting. Then my hand went up and I saw that I remembered nothing from the top of the table except the table had four legs, my little edible pronoun. The thing vanquished us, I relieved from her hands and start picturing all this together, when I realized that I was a bit too late In the last paragraph to say what “they” were.

My inquisition had started by then, the object devolved into action. The thing was absent, oblivion. On the other hand all of it was perspicuous. The temperament cleared and I was able to think more. At that point it was not edible.

Après-coup  2

In stance there is  ubiquitous officianado of objects. Instance merits deposition. I’ll levy one argument of sorts for the picturesque. An object of enquiry is devolving, still. The contrary merits argument. All objects are devolving. There is within me an instance of this. Poignant reproach, “not quiet the contrary”. My triangle is filled. I request permission for the same.

Absolution is a contrary purpose. The arche of triangle falls on the object. No object of enquiry seen devolving,  revolving still.  Art liquidates.

At that instance the quandary replenishes the dictum of a song, a cheap one, which ends-Almost BLUE, Almost YOU. The quantity of all nihil is almost, until this quandary wherein there is a definite article. On the ostentatious detonation of a song the article figures into a stint. The vertebrate sung almost blue almost you. In ad vitum novum the song displays a peculiar clarity when written over and about. However for all premises the song has to be sung for there to be this text. The article is stinted. In the demise of which there is the posthumous Jacques for whom the song is a clue.  Afterwhich he would have written a text named KArkovitch under two conditions one, a grammatical text is already in place. Two, There is more than one such text that is Karkovitch  It is a pretense, this whole elaboration.

HE is yet to sing,

Almost Blue

Almost you

The text is in position. The dual, art and cabaret retains specificity. A jocund interiority like the mosques of Sultanate period  clubfoot my adamant instructional space. Quadrivium, my interior pastiche is a nihil up until this period which you all know is a woman. Accord stints to grammatical index and Karkovitch is an animal, an obscene animal of medieval pudendum,  obliterates motion and alike lascivious. This “up until now” is the text which in the rectilinear end is erected in the stony surface of an age old pillar and secured consecutively as a Neolithic embarkment on porches of the institute of the circular idiom. AS a terrestrial benign moment the vertebrates are unsung from the conferred idiom. The cheapness of it all is that the idiom is a woman who is a benign animal in a terrestrial event calls for the closing of para 112, KArkovitch.

KArkovitch which is yet to be written.  Does not make much fame. The demeanour is ex-vertebrste. Like the colloquium that he managed, there were many dispositional thematic of the subject. Letter head was placed on the table with a rounded object. The speakers start mentioning Karkovitch at which point we saw, or all of us, the perspicuous object rolling away. From which we selected Aubert for combining the text, an obscene animal, the karkovitch. A delusional object which was for karkovitch a placement of sorts. Listen to this, “yet”

[The spatialization of imagery in the form of a cathedral is possible at the disintegration of a mosque. The western imagination is senile. All age old customs depart from this point of senility. The motion of this senility is a rounded idiom. All from the detachment of the woman to the animal, the ex-vertebra is a senile idiom. ]

The definite article is stinted in the idiom, yet. Which is what is propogated through Karkovitch. “The scientific destiny is unclear” edicted on to the saudade of our stony imagination, thought so vigorously at the beginning of my research of this paper which ends here.

Après-coup  3

Burlesque softening on chin. Higher they went they descended easier. Someday it was understood to be mine. The tightening of the lips, the stretching of the forehead, all of it , all of it was equally desirous of my contemplation. I have sinews of writing on it.

Greek interim sings well on my cheek. The chorus denies plutarchy. Like all well written songs it blemished in the sinuous copies of time.  Blemished further and I deny my corpuscular existence. Thus sung, my face wilted and jutted and fell. The Greek interim faced by the Neo-classical mimicry. Comus, the dotage of thy masque beheaded. At this point the interim is an English thing. I face west.

My face on the pillow smothered by the moor’s sigh. He is losing his belt as well as his state. With altercations I adjust my innuendos on the face. Deplorable! It sits well on the kherem. The jews have a messianic face. Prodigious signs of absence on the one who is sitting next to me facing the altar of the theatre, alike on the actor. Both of them loses their faces, now.

Jettisoned to retrieve certain smiles, I partake in a plutarchy. The Grecian urn dissembles freedom. Coalesced I join encomium. The advertisement stings of risen. At the bar my dandelion worm protected by faces. Lukemia, I had when I undressed my blood was hot. King of pin sidelined certain dresses and I arraigned to forgive the crowd. My face was kept for them. Higher they went, they descended easier. For them to be heard my face Joyce and Millet, Joyce and Millet until I heard the story-

I don’t know. Something proscribed my inner intentions. 

Après-coup  4

Purfrey, the utopian distance is wuthering.  An-idealistic tether cultivated throughout. Afterword deepening and hour by hour counted. The book was in. In sack amounts of penis book cover dangling in space.. Non orthographic silence from the woman. “Shastra” demands conscription. From Afterword, “Ex-copious sub-species, Gothra- a-singular being delta A delta A closed quotes sojourn to next space and we arrive at the text.

The writers mind is dwindling. These are textbooks for the Maoists= our economy dwindling. Shastra, the mind of Shastra is like Après-coup . Cinnamon, one flower and a little daniya, Poetry sings at veteran relations with the Other. Cinnamon, red flower and a little daniya. Shastra, iconic little pieces of time. The morphology of one to other is denied. There has to be a redflower here. Mao sings.

delta A delta A open quotes Imagine ‘I’ being there closed quotes

Apple scotch! Apple scotch! The dutch speaks which dutch? Tch! Megalomania has countered our actions, throughout afterwhich Samskara. Close quotes. The denial of Sanskrit is peremptory for Indian languages.  Consider a blue.

Speak Sanskrit.Aaha! Jouis at nine point o. Fist my arm, round about Sanskrit. Sanskriti perpendicular to hearing monotone English. The darker, the blissful. Blistering propaganda round about English. Vernacular idiom speak in-my tongue.

Had read all of it.

The absence of noun or pronoun in English will lead to an idiomatic overflow of thinking. Such a thinking  similar to reading paragraphs written in all antonyms, retroact time. At this point the time-space denotation, clubbed together as indulging in Grammar will end in English. For instance all grammar can produce in terms of tense is outside our reading Sanskrit in English. IF you had read all of it the better.

The idea was to write English in the way a Sanskrit would read with ending words not culminating in the phone s, f, l, n, etc. However in the practice of it as italicized above, it seems a different way all together of pronouncing Sanskrit in English happens through meaning.

Après-coup  5

The marrow sobrequitized my inner self. I was down on a shower. The dearth of a crow called for it. I had the foxy dial installed. The one with soap suds on it. All calls were Malibou. Some greens and violets on the phone was dark reciprocities whitened in the shower. All the more I had enigma for the red flowering beneath over the egging numbers.

The pathology was clear. Did I do it? The softening of the edges and the miasma at seeing faces blurred with water and turned ready red. Renaissance was becoming on me. From top to bottom I was clean until the mirror engaged a colour trick on which my symmetry melted like hue on dust, invigorative and demanding. Flushed and flushed, the easier that way. Yet all the things that you want to say remained imperturbably dark for a young son who didn’t appear for long.

Young master denies existence of these things, sons. My urge to go further bequest excalibration. Afterwards which I calibrate my death, called for an evening of numbers. I was prepared even for the last minute blurring of lines, except the dearth of a crow which tumulted my anaesthetic figures in the dark. This mesmerizing remark made me squirt even reddish lines of blood out of my vagina. It was easier to call it vagina, much easier than the red which outnumbered in the vocal idiom of this text.

To come out was Renaissance.

The scientific explanation for hierarchies is simple. For instance the cosmic hierarchy explained by scientists says that the study of motion on earth can explain ulterior realities of space. And known thus, science never places hierarchies as fundamental, atleast in this age after so much of scientific advancement. Such a system of knowledge periodically renewed for its, principles, mediocrity and its episteme forsee a distinct menagerie of scientific reality.

The loss in copernican revolution, what it is and what it means is essential to the essay at hand. Facing simplicity is far difficult than facing a sophistication, and today science is being called upon to face simplicity without being minimalistic. I end up with such mediocrity because  the grandeur of today’s science is simplistic. Copernicus had a simple organic condescension, which killed him.

What hierarchy in science was Copernicus enduring? Copernicus wasn’t enduring a paradox but a complete revision of science. Sun is a mediocre entity as far as all of us perceive it. In this one can observe how science has simplified this mediocrity. It might seem that I am positing against myself in saying that science has made sun to be simpler than what we perceive it to be. However I would like to endure this simple antithesis which I argue is not a falsification.

For this let me introduce the sun as it is perceived. There is one sun for all, however each one has each a sun. This is simple and therefore science. Which might seem logically fluid. To substantiate my argument I would like to take how one of us, Hegel perceived a logic of science. For him simply sun is a logical entity which is made actual via science. That is the science behind Hegel. However if you check how he perceives anything, how elaborate and compelling is his argument. One has to go through the logic of science inorder to perceive anything, even the sun. This is not his science but his perception which has definitely developed into a school of thought.

Similarly we mistake the mediocrity of certain phenomenon or object as simple without being scientific. My thesis is that such a simplicity cannot be undertaken as positively by nothing other than science.