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- ART IMITATES ART ... · Apr 1, 4:49pm
- ... And Many Stumblers Imitate Having a Real Life and Genuine Relationships.
I visit SU so rarely these days that it is a wonder I just happened to notice this review from Xineann's pages xineann.stumbleupon.com [xineann.stumbleupon.com] ), referring me to this link:
proximal2u.blogspot.com [proximal2u.blogspot.com]
All of this seemed very familiar to me -- in more ways than one -- so I decided to repost some old material of my own, from back on 18 July 2008. (Funny, I could have sworn it was around the 4th of July ... but no matter.)
The only thing I might wish to change is the name to whom I originally addressed it; so if you like, fill in your own name, or that of a friend, enemy, or any other carbon-based life-form of your acquaintance.
And by the way, a good thief hides his or her tracks, and doesn't get caught.
If anybody wonders just where I stole my ideas, I would remind them that, as the Devil, I am not obliged to tell them anything at all. If readers are really so curious, though, I would direct them to these very fine resources:
tinyurl.com/cezvf7 [tinyurl.com/cezvf7]
tinyurl.com/dlejzc [tinyurl.com/dlejzc]
tinyurl.com/caufr3 [tinyurl.com/caufr3]
'Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.'
- http://zalmoxsis.stumbleupon.com/review/23516475/ · Apr 1, 4:26pm
- savage-unpretty.stumbleupon.com [savage-unpretty.stumbleupon.com]
Dear Fiona,
It's pretty bad when the Devil himself has to be
your knight in shining armour ... but here goes
nothing!
Into the scene I come riding, not on a white horse, but
rather on a monstrous, scaly, slimy, stinking dragon --
and a very old dragon at that, with white whiskers
all over the place, and those ugly tufts of hair
like old people get behind their ears. My dragon
also has barely a tooth in his humongous head, and
nobody can ever remember him breathing fire --
though he does smoke a lot. Oh yeah, he drinks, too
-- pretty much like a fish -- Guinness mostly, though
he does like a nice dry, full-bodied red wine on
occasion, and sometimes, rarely, he has been known to
sip Scotch whisky, which he takes neat. However, he
drinks this is only because he can almost never find his
favourite food: namely, the fresh blood of young virgins.
But I digress ...
The reason I took it upon myself to put pen to paper
is that, having crawled out of my dark hole for a few
minutes last night, I was shocked to find that some
sort of terrible battle was being fought; and no doubt
still goes on, though, frankly, I don't know, as I
haven't bothered to check in on the latest gossip.
If I understand what everybody has been talking about,
this battle is being fought for very high stakes --
nothing less than the future of that failed experiment,
humanity.
Sometimes I wonder if I should not have allowed the
Almighty to continue with His plan to exterminate this
petty, jealous, spiteful, selfish, cruel, arrogant, stupid
creature. You see, it was I who talked Him out of that plan.
This fact is not generally acknowledged, but it is a matter
of simple economics. Who loses most if humanity is
exterminated? Why, the Devil, of course! If humanity did
not exist, then I would have no work at all. What would I
do with my time? Besides, God could always just create
some other creature to amuse Himself. It is the Devil who,
when you think of it, stands most to benefit by humanity's
continued stupid existence. Moreover, human beings bear
such a striking resemblance to the Prince of Darkness! But
again, I have drifted away from my subject. I do apologize.
With all these thoughts suddenly brewing round in my mind,
I started wondering just why it is that we have such silly
human traditions as war, famine, murder, white-collar crime
and cheating at cards.
Then I was inspired to write something that would illustrate
my thoughts on this subject, as it was obvious to me that I had
just discovered a wonderful new philosophy -- very elevated, yet
also deep -- complicated, yet simple -- clear, yet subtle --
well, you get the picture.
I call it ... A FAIRYTALE OF STUMBLE LAND!
[To be continued on my StumbleUpon pages....]
- http://zalmoxsis.stumbleupon.com/review/23517013/ · Apr 1, 4:23pm
- A FAIRYTALE OF STUMBLE LAND
Once upon a time there was a magic kingdom called Stumble Land.
You could not find this place on any map, nor could you take a
journey and, either by design or by luck, arrive in this place.
The reason is that Stumble Land is not a real place, but exists
only in the minds of those people who pretend to live there.
Now in Stumble Land, everybody pretended to be somebody that they
were not. For this reason, just about everybody showed other
people pictures that were supposed to be genuine likenesses of
themselves; but the truth is, those pictures were usually of
movie stars, or famous paintings, or other more or less creative
caricatures, which a psychologist might suppose were intended to
represent that person's inner essence. More probable is that
those pictures really conveyed only secret, unfulfilled desires,
fantasies, or a sort of mirror image -- what that person would
liked to be, but obviously wasn't.
In Stumble Land, too, people often gave out imaginary places as
their homes, and sometimes described themselves in pretty
exaggerated terms. It has even happened, on occasion, that men
have pretended to be women, and women pretended to be men. Some
fancy themselves great musicians, though they cannot play a note.
Others dream of being great writers, but nobody has ever read a
single word they have written outside the magic kingdom itself.
And so life went on blissfully for a very very long time -- so
many ages, in fact, that few can remember a time before Stumble
Land. Some very literal-minded scholars have stated, based on
their research, that the kingdom of Stumble Land was created by
a group of nerds, sometime around the year 2002 or 2003. These
scholars buttress their arguments with footnotes and bibliographies,
and their studies in this field take up an entire wing of a library
somewhere or other. Soon, those giant tomes will smell all musty
and the pages will get brittle, because nobody has ever read them,
and nobody really cares. Stumble Land -- like all magic kingdoms
everywhere, since the beginning ... well, since the beginning of
the beginning -- is eternal, ageless, not bound by the laws of
time and space or common sense.
On one exceptionally dull day, though, some of those who lived in
Stumble Land noticed that one among them was better at pretending
than the rest of them. Now, it was not that they were not all
pretending: in fact, many people in Stumble Land pretended to be
two or three other people besides their primary character. And the
reason that this was so, many have asked, and nobody quite knows.
In general, though, those who are not very good at pretending tend
to resent those who pretend better than they do.
To pretend better than another person means, in any reality,
including the magic kingdom of Stumble Land, that other people
believe what one writes, and they so desperately want it to be
absolutely true and real in a three-dimensional, beginning-to-end
way, that they feel offended when they find out that it was only
make-believe.
This same thing often happens to people in real life, like, for
example, rock stars. (Well, okay, so maybe this isn't the best
example of 'real life' ... but to return to my subject.) Novelists
and poets often have this problem with their readers, too, who
expect them to be as romantic, bold or handsome, as the characters
they create.
Some people have a hard time distinguishing between works of fiction
and real life, and they don't understand when others are merely
play-acting. Then they get upset, and suppose that the artist has
psychological problems, or that fiction is a 'lie'.
- http://zalmoxsis.stumbleupon.com/review/23313393/ · Apr 1, 3:41pm
- Well, fiction is another creation of the Devil; this is why I am
used to being named the bad guy in most accounts. In fact, all the
arts are diabolically inspired to a greater or lesser degree. God
is a good fellow, everybody likes to say, but let's face it: He's
more of a plodding craftsman -- solid and reliable, yes -- but doesn't
have much imagination. To account for that spark of genius, then, you
must bring the Devil -- the Father of Lies -- into the matter.
In fact, the better one plays any game, the more likely one is to
be charged with breaking some sort of rule or other. Nowhere is this
more true than in Stumble Land; for there are some in Stumble Land
who assert that the magic kingdom must remain eternally magical.
And by 'magical', they mean that it makes them feel good about
themselves. It is obvious, by this way of thinking, that anybody who
makes them feel bad must themselves be a bad person. Bad people make
others feel inferior; and are for that very reason called 'bad'. To
be bad, then, means to be different, or difficult to appreciate. And
though these 'bad people' may never have tried to scam another person
for money, nor have they have spammed other people in the magic kingdom
with hyperlinks to their commercial websites, yet some have felt that
the magic of Stumble Land was somehow sullied by an intruder or alien.
Again, if one feels bad about oneself, then it must be another's fault.
This is how wars are started. I, Lucifer, the Devil, have had many aeons
to observe how people treat each other, and in my considered opinion,
seven-tenths of the people in the world never mature beyond the lessons
they learned in the sandbox, when they still needed their mothers to
wipe their noses. Another two out of every ten mature to about the level
of high school, and remain there the rest of their lives. Of the remaining
ten per cent, only two per cent are capable of thinking of other people's
needs, or can identify with another's feelings.
The moral of this story is: Most people never grow up.
To that moral, however, the Devil, after thinking it over, has added this
commentary: Some people never grow up, it is true, but it's up in a good
way, like poets, artists and musicians. Other people also never grow up,
but it is in a bad way, because they blame others for their feelings of
inadequacy. Also, those people just can't write, and they hate anybody who can.
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 Feb 9, 5:59pm  (8 reviews) cartoons, economy, government, politics http://img.ragea.net/uploads/1234010029....
Oh! It turns out that I am not really unemployed! I wonder if they can prove statistically whether or not a person is really hungry, or homeless?
With commentary:
mint.com/blog/finance-core/a-visual-guide-to-the-financial-crisis-unemploym... [mint.com/blog/finance-core/a-visual-guide-to-the-financial-crisis-unemploym...]
- http://user.adme.in/ · Jan 30, 5:05pm
- Yes, I'm back! And here's why:
user.adme.in [user.adme.in]
Hey, my pages are finally starting to look somewhat like I imagine.
user.adme.in/blog/browse/u/Zalmoxsis [user.adme.in/blog/browse/u/Zalmoxsis]
Even if SU doesn't hear us, at least somebody out there hears,
and has enough free time to create an alternative.
My heartfelt congratulations!
If you want to find me, that's where I'll be.
I may even feel like posting again.
- http://www.geocities.com/latinra/english.html · Jan 30, 5:01pm
- For those with too much time on their hands: you can brush up on your Latin.
- Dec 12, 2008 12:07pm
- p. 1
time.com/time/magazine/article/0 [time.com/time/magazine/article/0] ,9171,901743,00.html
p. 2
time.com/time/magazine/article/0 [time.com/time/magazine/article/0] ,9171,901743-2,00.html
The original review, from Time magazine (U.S.), of Alexander Lenard's book, The Valley of the Latin Bear.
- The Hungarian Quarterly, VOLUME XLIX * No. 189 * Spring 2008
- Oct 10, 2008 2:32pm
 (1 review) literature http://www.hungarianquarterly.com/no189/... - Another rough draft of material from Alexander Lenard.
- The Hungarian Quarterly, VOLUME XLIX * No. 189 * Spring 2008
- Oct 10, 2008 2:30pm (1 review) literature http://www.hungarianquarterly.com/no189/...
- Alexander Lenard's correspondence with his friend Klara Szerb.
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