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Archive for July 31st, 2009

408.  “Canto General” or Pablo Neruda: wilderness, blood, libertad, Americana; (July 23, 2009)


409.  Venomous quotes (July 24, 2009)


410.  You have a complaint? No problem; (July 25, 2009)


411.  Jane or love innuendos (July 25, 2009)


412.  A common sense project taking a life of its own (July 26, 2009)


413.  Dressed in multicolor gala attire (July 27, 2009)


414.  He is a responsible official: I made him so; (July 27, 2009)


415.  “Opus Pistorum” (porno) by Henry Miller; (July 28, 2009)


416.  This rude lacks sense of humor (July 30, 2009)

He is a responsible official: I made him so; (July 27, 2009)


            A responsible official should satisfy at least four necessary requisites: 1) he should be rational, 2) has a rational position, 3) and has the will to disseminate his position, 4) and has the courage to take responsibility for his decisions, including submitting to the consequences of his failed policies and individual mistakes, and including spending jail terms without hate to the commissions or justices.


            A leader is a responsible official who shake off his major setbacks with an alternative rational position and resumes the struggle.  Those who appoint themselves leaders with total impunity and with Papal immunity to mistakes are the responsibility of the citizens: they allowed their “leaders” to extend their stay and learn the ropes of abuse and sleazy loopholes.


            A responsible citizen is the one willing to bear the burdens; to critic the responsible officials and leaders for failing to abide by the necessary criteria; to prove to the elected officials and the appointed ones that the citizen is not living in an island; that he is active within his community and intends on exercising group pressures.  


The normal citizen has no obligations of pre-requisite criteria safe learning to acquiring rational thinking: the normal citizen didn’t apply to be a candidate to any office and he didn’t apply for a paid state job for the state to increase his taxes.

An Undertone of Joy and Fear


1.   Our last dreams with the living

Are the exact replica of our first dreams.

That’s how it should be

In the symphony of life.


2.   Our last dreams are edited out

Of people, trees and actions.

We don’t fall, fly, walk or run.

They are perpetual waves of motion

In a kaleidoscope of light and colors.

An undertone of joy and fear.


3.   Our first dreams are the same as the last ones.

In black and white.

Eternal Spirit


1.   Poets, philosophers and prophets

Have been telling us about

A common spirit to all mankind,

Eternal through the ages.

2.   I like to be clearer.

A common conscious and eternal

Regardless of cultures, races and climates.

We feel what is right and what is wrong.

We don’t need Books of wisdom to tell us that.

We don’t need Law and Justice

To remind us of what we feel.

We don’t need Religions

To put it down on paper,

To preach it and send missionaries.

3.   We all have common conscious

Of what feels right and

What feels bad and awful.

Law and Order won’t replace

Our conscious or improve on it.

4.   I can only change the world

When I care to change myself.

Decisions and ideas for change

Go hand in hand with changing ourselves.

Which is first?  Who cares!

“Opus Pistorum” (porno) by Henry Miller; (July 28, 2009)

I am reading a French translation of “Opus Pistorum” by Henry Miller, and I still don’t know what opus pistorum means, but the book is plainly porno. (A reader volunteered the meaning of “work of the miller”, how fitting and funny, thanks).

The epilogue explains how this book came to be published.

Henry Miller visited Larry Edmunds’ library in Hollywood (California) in 1940. Miller had spent many years in Paris and knew very few people in California.  Milton Luboviski was partner in the library and used to offer Miller some money and places to bunk.

By 1941 Luboviski started selling porno manuscripts for clients in the movie industry such as Joseph Mankiewicz, Julian Johnson, Daniele Amfitheatrol, Billy Wilder, Frederick Hollander, and Henry Blanke…

Henry Miller proposed to write short porno stories that should sell for one dollar per page; Luboviski was to keep the rights of the stories.  After a few months the stories were gathered in a book that Miller titled “Opus Pistorum”.  Luboviski typed 5 copies in 1942 and sold four of them and he saved the original.

When you are in need of money, had multiple exotic personal experiences and can write with humor then writing porno manuscripts is a legitimate business.

I will offer a few excerpts and will skip the porno details. Miller calls his tail or prick John Thursday (Jean Jeudi).  The opening pages set the tones of the porno short stories.

“I have been living in Paris for so long that I no longer am surprised of anything.  Paris is not like New York; you don’t need to deliberately seek adventures. Life flushes you out in unbelievable locations and all kinds of incredible surprises track you down. I am visiting a shop and the 13 years old girls is masturbating her dad and then sucking ravenously his tail…”

“Her asshole agitates; it is alive; it contracts and breathes. You might not discover the secret of the universe through that path, but it is far more exciting than observing your own navel.”

Alexandra converted into Catholicism and her priest confessor initiated her to worshiping the devil too.  Alexandra got deeply involved in mysticism and exotic cults and confessed to Miller that devils would appear in her dreams pretty alive. All the devils were gorgeous young men; a few had three sexual functioning tails; one would be inserted in the mouth, another in the cunt, and the third would enter the rectum and extends to sniff the tail in the mouth…

Miller or (Alf in the stories) participated as witness to one of the devils’ worshiping sessions. The priest entered in his normal ceremonial attire; he was also wearing a red hat with two corns.  A lady undressed and lied on the officiating table; the priests slaughtered a coq and let the blood drip and smear the naked body.  A wood statue of the devil was carried inside with a tail ejecting red wine when activated by sucking. An orgy followed led by the priest.  It was not outrageous or out of the normal since no human sacrifices was offered.”

Toots confessed that she was initiated by a Chinaman.  Toots is very articulate and precise in her language: I figured out that the man was an old tiny Chinese who owns a Laundromat, leg bowed, chest curved inside…I even pissed in her asshole”

“You cannot take a walk with Arthur without incredible events happening.  Arthur usually tones down his stories to sound credible but the realities are far more hallucinating.  I am trolling with Arthur and he picks up a woman wallet off the street. It contains no money but a picture of a beautiful blonde lady called Charlotte.  We decided to knock at her door nearby: we needed a free drink and whatever other sexual freebies that might come along.  A kid’s voice answered.  We are facing a midget woman.

She works in circus and is taking a well deserved rest.  Charlotte brings us whiskey and we serve from the bottle as we need.  Charlotte is beautiful; her thighs are pawable; her behind and bosoms are normal with respect to her stature; I look at Arthur and I realize that he is having the same thoughts… One day Charlotte visited Arthur; he was not home and she left him a note.  Arthur joined me very agitated. He is curious how midget woman are but he is apprehensive of going solo.

We visited Charlotte and a monster German shepherd, big as a house attacked them. Charlotte attached the molosse in another room.  Arthur wants to know all the particularities of midgets and how different they are from normal people. It turned out that they are as different among themselves as normal people are among normal people; the hardest problem is finding tiny shoes.  The tails of the giant men were as big as the baseball bat that Charlotte uses. They had sex with Charlotte with exaggerated fever. Alf was apprehensive that his tail might do serious damages but Charlotte was pretty flexible and accommodating.

The monster dog got too excited as he was released from his prison and chains. The dog raped Charlotte as a piston sliding at 100 miles an hour.

The two men watched for a couple of minutes and then they figured out that the dog will be very famished after the exercise and they left in a hurry”.

Note: One night, I got up at 1 a.m. and could not go back to sleep because of a bout of sneezing. I read “opus pistorum” for three hours.

I did not finish the book that morning, but for 24 hours I lived with a hard on and could not sleep, though I felt weak and needed to get some sleep.

Miller would have described my walk “a limping gait” throughout the day. One reader of my blog translated the Latin “Opus Pistorum” as (work of the miller); how fitting, I should have guessed!

The rude lacks sense of humor (July 30, 2009)


            You have a sense of humor when you agreed and absorbed the fact, early on, that the sun is definitely not revolving around you.  A concrete example might aid in setting the tone of the theme.  There is this young lady (I try to be accurate in my wordings: a lady is not in her prime youth) preparing her thesis (definitely not the funny sort).  She has been patronizing a private library like me for its quiet environment; private libraries are the ideal places for contemplation.  We have been sharing a smoke on breaks and I thought we were friendly enough to sharing a few comments.  The library is to close for an entire month; I decided to ask the lady for her phone number. She said: “What for?” I honestly replied “In case of emergencies”.  She squeezed her dagger and said “There will be no emergencies”.

            Her ready made reply was not specifically intended for me; she had used it several times before.  The meaning was clear and irrevocable “I have no time to waste on chatting with irreconcilable mates.  I am seriously seeking potential comfortable life long slaves and time is of the essence”.

            People with sense of humor prefer same kind of friends: they know that in associating with other kinds of friends they will end up absorbing their limiting and mean characters.  People with no sense of humor also prefer, by far, to associate with people with a lot of sense of humor; they figured that they will have plenty of opportunities to lord it over their selected “best friends”. Smart people with sense of humor do not leave these leeches and tenias any chance to abuse of them; they tell them right away “the sun does not indeed turn around you.  Do not try hard to exhibit your self sufficiency”

            There are misconceptions. People believe that those sweet talkers, who have ready heart-felt laughs, and could crack jokes are necessarily potential people with sense of humor. Potentiality is always a positive start.  There is a difference between people with potentials to be stand up comics (who have the courage to make jokes of their limitations) and those who love to joke at the expense of others and go on a war path when targeted in their physical or moral deficiencies. 

            Appreciating a joke or retort and laughing within a duration commensurate to quickness of mind is an indication that the person is on his way to assimilating that the sun is not turning around him; now that is a positive sign.  The main problem is that you need to invest some time to knowing this potential ideal “friend”: actions talk louder than believing that the sun is not turning around you. 

            A person with a sense of humor is not necessarily devoid of any other principles, including the firm belief that we are all alike in characters and tendencies save for quantitative threshold of frequencies, but that he is mainly cool to enjoying the present and not unduly fussing over the tragic “deterministic” future.  The universe is pretty much chaotic and chance happenings are usually the rules; you have to consciously observe what you want to happen and the probability of success is much higher than normal.

            People with sense of humor have the great potentials of generating masterpieces in writing and all kinds of artistic endeavors. Masterpieces that withstand time are fundamentally introspections done by writers with strong sense of humor.  The main characters, bad or lovely, are aspects of the author’ honest description and analysis of his psychological complex constituents. The author might exaggerate his characters to drive the theme or idea through and this is a sure indication of the hard work of the author’s honest and determined study of the man that he is.

            You may ride on your high horses as long as you want; the odds are the longer you ride on the funnier and bloodier the observations and critics.  Rude people lack sense of humor; I sincerely have no patience with them. There might be a few brave souls with sense of humor; I should do a better job locating them. I have no sense of humor: my best friends are countable; I ended up with no one.




July 2009

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