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Emergence

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Fri, 29 Sep 2023 13:37:39 +0000

The presence of the Itinerant Ladybird has been requested by the Shoggies to work her midwifery magic in the birth of what everybody hopes will be the last-ditch Snake of True Wisdom. The Snake (a variety of Sneak) has been conjured for to do battle with the Forces of Apathy, Ignorance and Media Mendacity. Welcome to the End Days, pretty lady!

Stalked

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Wed, 26 Apr 2023 10:11:03 +0000

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A spectre is haunting the world -the spectre of fragmented uniformity. All the powers of this old planet have entered into an unholy alliance to bring about the universal triumph of this noxious spirit.
It’s s nowhere and everywhere and it’s fast sinking into every consciousness, sharp or dull, and erasing any trace of resistance and thus any prospect of freedom from The Canon.
Voices cry out in the wilderness, where the indignant desert birds scream and call their love calls and sound the alarm to no avail.
Subtlety is being bred out of the species and soon will be utterly eradicated. Before that it will be declared elitist ergo taboo.
Meanwhile nuance and meaning are being turned into objects of scorn and condemnation and any time soon they will be criminalized.
Thus the apotheosis of Millán-Astray’s "¡Muera la inteligencia! ¡Viva la Muerte!" will come about and reign supreme and hold dominion over the entirety of mankind.
Along with the Red Death, of course.:-)
He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Have a spiffing weekend, when it comes, if it comes.

TeaTimeHippo

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Mon, 06 Mar 2023 13:29:01 +0000

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Things seem to be going from bad to worse to bloody ghastly. Now, don’t get me wrong, I never cared half a rotten fig for Roald Dahl. He was a mean little man and his stories were nasty, banal and predictable. But, as Voltaire never really said, I would go to the barricades to defend his right to say wherever he pleased, including writing about fat women or witches with wigs. And the rot is expanding, like a vulgar universe. It would seem that Prevent has a section, possibly called The Holier-Than-Thou Anglo-Saxon Inquisition, that is giving hints that Shakespeare, Orwell and, yes, you heard it right, poor old Huxley (Aldous, that is) should be either expurgated or actually altogether excised from schools curricula in case they might “radicalize” students. And I’m not even getting started with the one about the C. of E. considering changing the Lord’s Prayer pronouns! (What it’ll be, then? Our Parent, who might or might not be in A Very Safe Place...etc.?) The mind boggles. So, rather than lose the will to live, I’m taking my big fat bloody foreigner’s female ass to have tea with the Ultra Hippo and his pal the Graphically Modified Clipart Teddy. I don’t much care for tea but they are very kind and they always have coffee at the ready for yours truly. That’s what I call true tolerance. Have a spiffing week.

TotemPole3

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Mon, 06 Mar 2023 13:27:09 +0000

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Here be a baroque, small but perfectly formed, chaotic Totem Pole wot’s got Biiiiiiig Juju and where everything hangs together by a hair's breath of pure Metchik. NB. This be not the Totem Pole where the two creatures you saw in Sunny Day have supportive but crucial roles on a regular basis. That'll be Totem Pole 2. (Continuity’s not very highly rated in the Intermediate Badlands.) Coming soon. Ish.

BriefEncounter9 (2)

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Fri, 06 Jan 2023 06:47:50 +0000

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Brief Encounter 9.1. Breaking the tradition of starting the year (or trying to...) on a cheery note, I hereby present you with the First Rant of 2023! Ta da! It''s a nice, all-purpose generic rant. A sort of DIY Rant-O-Meter. Have fun. Love and anchovy salad. The sneaky quotation is from Eric Fromm’s On Disobedience (Highly recommended reading.)

BirthdayPoppet

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Wed, 11 May 2022 12:23:05 +0000

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On this day 75 years ago all sort of things happened, I’m sure, but not many that are actually of any interest to me unless I was into tubeless tyres and American drummers, which I’m not. So, on the whole the most interesting thing about 11th May 1947... ç'est de m'hi voir. There. Now I’m off to prepare the authentic Russian caviare canapés (for the Shubby, the Mi-Go and the local moggies, who like caviare) and to polish the cocktail shaker. The Cagnolitos of Tindalos have promised to bring me a distilled pan-dimensional, bend-free, incisively-angled liquor that's guaranteed to make me see beyond the Wall of Sleep and restore my equanimity (a little dented by the enormity of actually being three quarters of a century old). Au revoir! Have a spiffing rest of the week, a massively wonderful weekend and a long, loving and resplendent, clear-headed life. Love, red rags and un po’ di mu’.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XoAJ98PbDM
PS. An apology of sorts to all my pals, contacts and kind folks that are still talking to me. I’ve been very remiss about checking your stuff. This is not due to lack of caring but to the fact that energies are extremely constricted, of late. I will be back in action soon-soon...I hope.

RedSpringBlue

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Wed, 06 Apr 2022 10:46:26 +0000

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Spring is here, oh, Spring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
Tom Lehrer
Or it should be. And if it isn’t is our own fault for being so/such …………………. (enter offensive terms of choice here).
And so far it’s being the typical English Spring: cold, wet, dull and Tory-ridden.
But let us try & make it the best we can, be only only to annoy The Powers That Be. Dig out your Tom Leher, your authentic bootleg Russian vodka, your Tolstoy, your Bakunin and your Rachmaninov. Defy, resist, bite and dance (The Rite of Spring, what else?) naked in the garden (weather permitting). And, above all, stay sane. Grooviness, love and borscht to you all.

SiameseTrees

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Mon, 21 Feb 2022 15:49:20 +0000

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Siamese Trees. aka Cada uno en su casa y Dios en la de todos. For Ukraine 3.0, of course. And for Yemen and for Syria and for all the other wretched counties afflicted by the Masters of the Universe’s thirst for power and domination and meddling and demented delusions of ‘democracy’ exporting. Plague take them all! (The MotU, that is.)
Cada mochuleo a su olivo & Cada uno en su casa y Dios en la de todos. Old Spanish proverbs. Each owl to his olive tree & Each in his own house and God in all of them.

TwinHearts

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Thu, 10 Feb 2022 13:36:00 +0000

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Twin Hearts. AntiValentine 2022. And here we are again, my friends, taking the piss of that goofy invented tradition that’s Valentine’s Day. Just like last year, though, it’s hardly worth the effort to mock it, so somnolently it’s being pushed by the Holy Markets. Why, going by what I see on the idiot-box, only the greeting cards sphere and a couple of jewellery retailers are making any effort to encourage the congregation to part with their lolly. Even the chocolate mafia is being oddly apathetic. Could it be because the so-called “social” distancing and the masquerade flimflam are having some pretty lousy effect on folks? After all, who can (or even wants to) snog through a sodding mask or hold a hand that smells of disinfectant gel? Will lovers refuse to make love to their darlings unless they can show a triple vax certificate? Is there life before death?
Anyways. We are being pretty low-key ourselves, as we are deeply engaged in more essential stuff. Like surviving the new tricks & wiles and the general chicanery of our local Idiocracies. Still, you’re all very welcome to pop in to my garden party, from Friday 11th to Monday 14th until 7pm. The Shoggies have promised to stage a new tableau mourant and with a bit of luck you might even get a goody bag or a souvenir if I can persuade the Mi-Go to do their magic. The Bach concert will have to come from my CD collection and you can bring your own poetry, si le cœur vous en dit. Have a spiffing life. And keep trucking…:-)
PS. This will have to serve as the obituary for the divine Lata Mangeshkar, who died recently, aged 92 (well done, girl) after a lifetime of giving enormous pleasure to us poor wretched lovers of what used to be known as Bombay Talkies playback music. Bumba speed, my darling and thanks for the audio memories. XXX

Messengers

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Mon, 07 Feb 2022 11:07:21 +0000

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For the lovely (and ineffable) Premila, Da (of the Desert), Eric Fromm and, for the pure hell of it and because he got the ball rolling, for poor old dead Terenci Moix. The caption is not a pun, not really; or not only. Meet Eleuterio, the free & easy clairvoyant, emissary to the Fringe Badlands Numina. He reports stuff as and when has been decreed by said High Spirits. He has a girlfriend called Cassandra whom nobody likes because she goes around saying things like ‘Dooooom’d we be! Doooooom’d! I’ve got a touch of the dooooms….’ But Eleuterio loves her dearly because she’s kind and sweet and funny and in between gloomy prophecies she mixes the meanest bullshots this side of the Delta (of the Mighty Urook). Have a sponditious week.

WindsOfChange

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Thu, 27 Jan 2022 11:33:42 +0000

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Strong wind destroy our home
Many dead, tonight it could be you
Strong wind, strong wind
Many dead, tonight it could be you
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb04PK_oTlM
Ah, if only…
But, but… Hope springs eternal.
www.urdupoint.com/en/world/croatia-to-withdraw-its-forces-from-nato-in-e-1455572.html
sputniknews.com/20220125/croatia-to-withdraw-its-forces-from-nato-in-event-of-russia-ukraine-conflict-1092505242.html
www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-60099924
www.theguardian.com/world/2022/jan/26/nato-allies-policy-russia-ukraine-analysis

TheNavigator

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Fri, 21 Jan 2022 20:58:16 +0000

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The Navigators. aka A Shot in the Dark. You know what it’s like. You’re plodding along the selva oscura that your life has become, the via diritta having been blurred out of the picture some time back. But you don’t mind. You’re still able to hack a trail through it and deal with the ambushes and the attacks by the marauders and strike the odd alliance with the occasional fellow traveller, few and far between though they may be. So all in all the journey, if not exactly tickety-boo, is at least bearable. And suddenly you find yourself in a pitch-black spot. No prelude. No warning. You know that it’s not a black hole because you still have your integrity (both physical and metaphysical), but you simply can’t see shit-on-a-stick ahead of you. Dearie me… What a bummer. Well let’s hope that it’s only a temporary aberration, a passing stupid state state or a random psychic storm soon to subside. Quite often these things sort themselves out, especially with a little help from friends, allies and the odd accomplice. Have a resplendent weekend. May the light of luminous dissent shine upon you and yours.

RantingBear

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Tue, 18 Jan 2022 18:34:12 +0000

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In these dreams, I would always be in what I can only describe as a multi-level bazaar, a marketplace without borders that was filled with what seemed an infinite number of crumbling structures of all shapes, many of them with odd, unnamable objects arranged behind warped windowpanes—contorted blobs and twisted figurines contrived and aligned to forbidding effect. And everywhere there were carts with grotesque merchandise dangling from canopies with a leathery appearance, a dried and cracked material that I knew to be human flesh. Both above and below me were dark expanses of jagged stairways and corridors, fragile walkways between tilting towers, and undulating ramps that spiraled down into shadowy depths and upwards into shadowy heights.
Thomas Ligotti. The Spectral Link

BearingGifts

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Tue, 04 Jan 2022 10:37:13 +0000

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As usual, I prefer to start a new year on a nice Sweetness & Light note. That leaves me with 360-odd days for the rants and the cursing. (In fact, there is one of those in the oven as we speak -so to speak). In any case, especially in these crappy end-days, love is always something to be pushed and promoted and spread and, if at all possible, practiced. Not easy, I know; almost everything else tends to make it challenging. The trends are towards hate and division, and quarrelling and emphasizing the differences. The Masters of the Universe become increasingly repulsive and their doctrines progressively more unacceptable. Let us combat them best we can. Have a good year. May a thousand little fishes fall in love with you.

Alegrías

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Mon, 04 Oct 2021 19:24:24 +0000

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Alegrías. If this is for anyone is for Conchita Piquer, who sang a song -about a lad with green eyes- so risqué, for that time and place, that it was either banned outright or had the lyrics changed to a respectable (if not less soppy) version. I love Conchita. And lads with green eyes, if they are of the nice variety. And small monsters, that goes without saying. Have a fab week.

Evolution7

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Fri, 24 Sep 2021 10:12:43 +0000

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Here, just for a giggle. Behold and marvel at the frivolity, the love of frippery burbling through the veins even of exceedingly early life-as-we-know-it. No wonder we evolved into the puffed up bunch we now are. (Said she, endlessly brooding about her choice of earnings for the day.) Have a splendid weekend, look out for intermittent singularities spewing knockoff Chanels and have an apposite po’ di mu’.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQZmCJUSC6g&t=56s

SimpleSouls

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Wed, 15 Sep 2021 09:20:24 +0000

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That’s how the cookie crumbles: the more complex the system the more things that can go wrong with it. I ought to know, given the prodigious amount of things that are going kaput in, on, out and about my complex vile body. I think I’d gladly emulate the little chap in the doodle and become a single-cell organism. The only drawback I can see in this otherwise amiable state of being is that I wouldn’t be able to operate a mouse or a tablet and therefore no doodles. Then again, that would make some people very happy so it would sort of even things out, more or less. I love happy endings. And bad poetry.

When I was a small amoeba
Cuter than the queen of Sheba
If trod upon I would split
Slide, regroup and reknit
And go back to puff my cheeba.

When I was a small amoeba
And I didn't have a liver
I could get drunk every day
Armless, merry, free and gay
And my pods woul’n’t even quiver.

When I was a single cell
Life was easy, life was swell
Now I am eukaryotic
Drifting around quite neurotic
And my life is one pure hell.

If you know what’s good for you
You’ll stay put and not be two
Cleave to your monadic charm
Never try to grow an arm
Don’t become organic stew!

GoodMoves

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Sat, 07 Aug 2021 15:04:12 +0000

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Good Moves. The “what might have been” game is one of my top ten favourite heartbreakers. To wit. Imagine if you will, Botany Bay (which the autochthonous people called Gamay), 34°00’16” South 151°13’04” East, January 26th 1788. Arthur Philip and his Fleet of the Damned lands to find the place deserted of both man and beast. Moreover, even the vegetation seems to have vanished entirely and all he surveys is a barren, hostile rocky wilderness.
Three weeks before this arrival, following a tip from a very wise and sensitive Brush bronzewing (Phaps elegans) who could sense trouble way ahead, the whole population of Gamay and environs, human, animal and vegetable had migrated temporarily some 1,000 miles North West.
Philip decides that the place is a bummer. He tails back and heads deeper into the Pacific Ocean, towards Ponape (now Pohnpei). This intrusion pisses Great Cthulhu off immensely; he wakes up in a foul mood and devours the entire fleet without even breaking a sweat. Then he goes back to sleep. The end.
And here’s a picture of a pretty Brush bronzewing for to gladden your eyeballs:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brush_bronzewing#/media/File:Bronze_wing444.jpg

TheConversation

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Fri, 30 Jul 2021 11:25:04 +0000

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For several years now I’ve been polishing my General Theory of Interactive Determinants, which pretentious as it sounds, pretty accurately describes the way contemporary fiction (not only literary but also television, cinema, “social” media, MSM news, soi-disant political analysis and so on) bleeds into and shapes what these days passes for reality. I was brooding on this subject when I came across the following paragraph in Iain Banks’ The State of the Art (page 110):
(The good ship Arbitrary to Diziet Sma on some of its reasons -and the other Minds’, presumably- for not contacting Earth)
‘...there would be technical difficulties, given the volatility of the situation. They’re on a cusp; a highly heterogeneous but highly connected -and stressedly connected civilization. I’m not sure that one approach could encompass the needs of their different systems. The particular stage of communication they’re at, combining rapidity and selectivity, usually with something added to the signal and almost always with something missed our, means that what passes for truth often has to travel at the speed of failing memories, changing attitudes and new generations. Even when this form of handicap is recognized all they ever try to do, as a rule, is codify it, manipulate it, tidy it up. Their attempts to filter become part of the noise, and they seem unable to bring any more thought to bear on the matter than that which leads them to try and simplify what can only be understood by coming to terms with its complexity.
So I thought I’d use my own condensed version of this as the text for the little creature's lament in this here doodle, as it expresses neatly and concisely what I’ve been saying all these years.
Stay groovy, clear-headed and fight the Disneyland Construct!

TwoTailedHappiness

nobody@ipernity.com (dolores666) — Wed, 28 Jul 2021 08:30:51 +0000

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Mini-Series Tapestries. No. III Just in case the giggles and the anti-gravity workshop failed to “elevate” your mood, here’s a last resort solution. Take yourself to the very edges of the Seriously Exotic Fringes. Invoke the genius loci aka local tutelary entities. Present a burnt offering of the entrails of Priti Patel. Drop on all fours. Grow fur. Adopt a pleasing, compact bear or possum likeness. Grow a tail. Grow another tail. And Bob’s your uncle! Keep on resisting, biting and staying sane. Love and furriness.