Anand Bose : Glyph Agog In 7 Ecclesia Street, Time: 8 AM - A Comment on James Joyce

Stephen.Deed.Lotus.Locust is enjoying time by pulling the dials of clocks in any way he likes. No restrictions there! The feelings wonderfully understand in doing so. Madam Sosostris, hard in contemplation, spends years of Grey in textual research. The mind knows not but asks what connection is there between colour of the orange and Calypso? The pages left off with the question. Deed takes a deep drag, whirls out Copper Field rings, then sips a drip of coffee, feels the drench of maria on the tongue too hot. Suddenly breaks of into aha, aha, aha and exhorts the transpersonal of psycho smell with a whiff of being formless. Plato unwinds in the shape of an 'orange'. 'The fruit and form are identical too.' Quite fleshy to be Platonic! How can they be so? An orange peal is 'Proustian' in being creative. Amnesia recollected itself through the magic wand of 'Serendip'. But Serendip does not think- AK47's are oranges in blood. There's a narrow path in between- the Palk-Strait. Oranges of orange would do the trick. Take the Palk-Strait and float it in the Dead Sea. The truce is easier when one is floating. Being brackish isn't hard. Wish I had had Harry Potter to help. But Potter is dead; the author killed him, the book isn't dead. It's the book again. Lexicon lives in mystery. Easy to go the aeidificium says Eco, difficult to get out because the villain was created. The villain is blind, but Borges sees. Hamlet loved Ophelia: Shakespeare in love is not Shakespeare. Hamlet was sick in fiction to keep the real in life alive. I hear a rat squeak.at this hour. Rats can't levitate tables. The scampering appears to be levitation to the initiates. Metempsychosis of rattling!

Time on the grandfather clock bonged steady in succession- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight. I jumped to the time of the clock and then back to the grand father in the clock. Freud was early in schedule. For him, it's big thick, active and alert with age. Age is vintage wine. For theory its not so, the women in theory. For them he is not their real father, but an imaginary one. The real father is ok in relationship. The mischief in Hermes eyes twinkles in green. The cat of a symbol is so long when she gets angry. The laissez-faire isn't invisible anymore. The cruel wolf is ugly, dirty and bad. At times it becomes gentle, submissive, and loves to be petted. Resurrection of D.H.Lawrence is reverse in focus. I wish I were a real woman living in Van-Goghs time. He would have never cut his ear off. Love is blind. Making love to him would climax the blindness of love to the art of colour.

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