Monday, September 28, 2015

Reminder/Placeholder





See title. These now the Official Egoslavian Flags of Things I Write About but Won't Publish at the Only Place People Could Read Them. Not offered as complaint but placeholder - I'm pleased with what I'm working on, but it means I'm not working on stuff that will appear here and - yay me - I'm not paying attention ignoring the general clusterfuck noise (though typing this sentence probably condemns me to link-farming tonight - UPDATE! Fuck my condemnation!).




9 comments:

  1. this past week spouse and self watched the pope's visit on tv

    at one point i noted that he was giving communion by intinction [dipping the wafer into the wine] - fine metaphors abound

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    1. I'd go to mass one more time if the intincted host crumbed under the wetness with the ease of a coffee dunked cookie, thereby necessitating the reinstatement of the server-held brass tray to catch the wet droppings.

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    2. Not catholic but always wondered what happens if crumbled host falls to floor and is ingested by rat, roach, or infidel. Or someone spills the wine and one of Fleabus's kin laps it up. Do they ingest Christ?

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    3. If they've been to Confession within a year, then they are feasting on Jesus. I'm not sure if that corresponds in either case to rat or roach years, or is strictly based on the Gregorian calendar. I'm pretty sure that the Seal of Confession applies, so if a dirty rat confesses to grand larceny and murder, the granter of penance has to take it to his grave.

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    4. See Beckett, "Watt" (p. 28, Evergreen Original): "Sir. A rat, or other small animal, eats of a consecrated wafer. 1) Does he ingest the Real Body, or does he not? 2) If he does not, what has become of it? 3) If he does, what is to be done with him? Yours faithfully, Martin Ignatius MacKenzie."

      I laughed and laughed when I read it the first time years ago. Never forgot.

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    5. That is good. Having only ever managed his plays under the tutelage of interpret-urgs, I admire the mind that can consume Beckett's non-dramatic work.

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  2. while Francis preaches transubstantiation, i take a memorialist view

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  3. "Two Popes walk into a bar..."

    Funny; but, hey; this is the only time since the Western Schism that you could say that, and it could actually be possible.

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    1. The Pope, John Wayne, and Hitler are getting on a bus. As the Pope attempts to pass the driver neither showing senior's pass nor dropping coinage for the single fare, the driver holds him up with the slightly tenor of the clearing of his throat and query, "Ticket please."

      "I am the infallible Holy Pontiff, respected representative of the globes' well-over billion Catholics. And anyway, I don't have any pockets," came the Pope's reply, and he blessed the driver with a sign of the cross and moved to the back of the bus and took a seat. He was followed by John Wayne, who likewise attempted to pass ignoring the driver who again stalled the actor's obliviousness by asking him to show his ticket or pay the fare.

      John Wayne contemplated the question with a shift from one foot to the other and then squared himself with the driver and boasted, "I am an iconic American hero, representative of the Greatest Generation as well as the taming of the savage frontier. I don't ask you to compensate me for my service and I sure as hell ain't gonna pay for a ride." He sauntered to the back of the bus and took a place just near enough the Pope to be able to sit with his legs spread wide apart.

      Next came Hitler. [Originally I ended it there. But there are a couple alternatives.]

      The driver took one look at the Führer and, annoyed, waved him past with a, "Oh, Jesus. Just go!"

      The rhetorical moral of this tale is, if you can't stop the Pope or John Wayne, how you gonna stop Hitler?

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