This entry was inspired by the following...
1. A British blogger's comment today. This man, feeling
like a miserable failure himself, was cheered up by the following
practical joke: "If really fed up you could try putting in, miserable failure, (no quote
marks) into Google and pressing the 'I'm feeling lucky' button."
2. The page, excerpts from
which are shown above, that you get if you put lucky (no quote
marks) into Google and press the "I'm feeling lucky" button.
3. My own entries of May 31 on Language Games and of June 1 on language and history, Seize the Day and One Brief Shining Moment.
4. The related June 1 entry of Loren Webster, Carpe Diem, on the Marilyn Monroe rose. Images from Carpe and Shining are combined below:
seized in Language Games is numbered 22, and that on day 22 of November
1963, the following died:
John F. Kennedy
Aldous Huxley.
7. Yesterday's entry about the alignment of stars, combined with the alignment of Venus with Apollo (i. e., the sun) scheduled for June 8.
All of the above suggest the following readings from unholy scripture:
A. The "long twilight struggle" speech of JFK
B. "The Platters were singing 'Each day I pray for evening just
to be with you,' and then it started to happen. The pump turns on
in ecstasy. I closed my eyes, I held her with my eyes closed and
went into her that way, that way you do, shaking all over, hearing the
heel of my shoe drumming against the driver's-side door in a spastic
tattoo, thinking that I could do this even if I was dying, even if I
was dying, even if I was dying; thinking also that it was
information. The pump turns on in ecstasy, the cards fall where
they fall, the world never misses a beat, the queen hides, the queen is
found, and it was all information."
-- Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis, August 2000 Pocket Books paperback, page 437
C. "I will show you, he thought, the war for us to die in,
lady. Sully your kind suffering child's eyes with it. Live
burials beside slow rivers. A pile of ears for a pile of
arms. The crisps of North Vietnamese drivers chained to their
burned trucks.... Why, he wondered, is she smiling at me?"
-- Robert Stone, A Flag for Sunrise, Knopf hardcover, 1981, page 299




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