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A Third Person Dissolution: Voyages in Carnal Ecstasy

 
 
Reply Wed 2 Aug, 2006 11:02 am
I had never seen the movie Weird Science, from director John Hughes, starring Anthony Michael Hall, Ilan Mitchell-Smith, and Kelly LeBrock until last week. Of course, the fiercely mediocre and moronic comedy was made in 1985, but I just caught up with it in 2006. Weird Science refers to masturbation as "tossing off," a variational term for the enterprise that I was previously unfamiliar with. I appreciated it at the time solely for its obtuseness and ability to cause Dostoyevsky or Neitzche to fall to the ground and binge-drink in spite of its stupidity. Since, my admiration for such senseless cinema has embraced a new, more Huxleyan attitude. Now my admiration is far more personal, situational, and... Augural.

I consider my life middling. I am nineteen years old and live at my best friend's parents' house. I don't have a job, nor do I go to school. My daily activities include thinking and writing. Sometimes I associate with people: best friends, a girlfriend, but most of the time I think alone and write alone. Sometimes I socialize with my friend Jack Daniels; he assists me in not thinking. In fact, I've fathered this systematic psychological escape that I think a good number of people should adhere to. I call this arrangement, "Don't Think, Drink," in which one selects a night of one's week to do just what the epithet implies. I compulsively toss off. I cannot sleep in the daytime, and I cannot sleep at night. I am capable of actively (or rather, inactively) sleeping only at those in-between times like dusk, or dawn.

That's enough about me. Now to keenly move on to the exploit. My last week was irregularly unpleasant. Ironically, the tirade came on too soon after the closure of a brilliant book by Terrence McKenna, a particularly copacetic and sinful visit from an inseparable friend, and the release of the new Depeche Mode album. The first downtrodden exploitation was having to deliver that inseparable friend back to a six-week sport of being the governer's honor in irresponsibly muggy Valdosta, Georgia. Although the five-hour trip was rollicking (including a rascally outing on Brighton Road, exit 66, that ended in a poison oak affliction), seeing him go for two more weeks was painstaking. Shortly thereafter, my body punished me for recently attempting to make my body look like that of Brandon Boyd by commissioning my upper-respiratory system to go haywire. Finally, my parents acquaint me with the prospect of disabling my cell phone after my relentless text messaging and unruly directory assistance use sent their bill skyrocketing. Sick, itchy, and out-of-contact, I was doomed to a stagnant couple of days with a moderately hallucinogenic cold and cough drug.

I waded through a euphoric dream-state for a few days, one in which at times I had little cognitive ability to actualize concepts of dimensional depth or substantial matter. Opening doors, something that normally is habitual, became something of a game. Other living beings became fascinating to me; when the cat came to me, I would examine her, endeavoring to determine the inner-workings of mammals. Tossing off during this time became a phenomenon, a conglomeration of mental hysteria and carnal delirium. Nothing was important. An incident occured where a friend questioned too staunchly a theory involving my tosser-offer, and right there I answered her questions. I became a machine of psychoactivity and translingustic, unwarranted rapture. I am unsure if this ideological liberty was born of my matrix of mind-altering OTC drugs, alcohol, sleep deprivation, and minor sickness, but be assured that the experience was unprecedented.

After a collage of boredom and stagnancy, I decided to visit an enigmatic and unfrequented clearing that I had discovered in my youth in the woods near the house. "Woods," is an evasive word; the clearing is located in the middle of Cobb County's sewage system. A sign adorns its initial entrance that reads, "Cobb County Water System," and below it is posted, "No Trespassing." Unfortunately for any party that would be afflicted by illegal trespasses, there is no stopping a pagan mind in its conquest for nature when there is a necessity for it. I am unnaturally attracted to those places that are authentically esoteric. In fact, it was by that very principle that originally led me to this place, which I now call "Death," for no indicative reason.

Being there, in Death, has always inspired this raging sexual necessity for release upon my admission to it. Since Death was solely my possession and its introduction to others was out of the question, the logical solution to pacify this necessity has always been tossing off. So, still influenced by this heterogenous ecstasy, the sensational experience began. I have trouble pinpointing the words to describe such an ancient felicity. I have even further trouble attempting to accurately describe its interruption. In the immediate distance, I caught visualization of a behemoth, circular, metallic disk. It was a wondrous terror. The sight hatched a feral excitedness about me and I leapt to my feet, adjusting my pants properly.

Scalding heat upon its touch, dripping a thick violet colored liquid. The thing had an image like steel, but a psychological sensation like mind-sandpaper. In the reflection decorating the aqueous material dripping from it, I could see minute and infrequent reptilian movement. In fact, the entirety of the liquid itself was shifty and scrabbling along the red clay ground. Upon a more judicious inspection of the vessel, I discovered a miniscule cylinder jutting from its southernmost end. On occasion, the tube would puke the violet substance I defined earlier. The thing, by its very essence, was exhilarant. I spent a moment breathing in its hermetic quality before jogging home to inform someone of its presence.

I believe that we are all very cognizant about how this narrative will end. I waited until my best friend, whom I live with, reappeared from a sweltering day at a labor job. Mostly against his will, I rushed him out the door to experience the thing with nothing but disregard to my previous convictions about Death's isolation and confidence. Upon arrival at the thing's dock, I soon discovered its peculiar absence. A desperate policing for the arcane liquid as proof of its being failed. We returned home, my friend angry with my oblong fantasies for postponing his nap. I subsequently wandered the house for a good while, bewildered by the thing and its significance or suggestion. I was animated with a quaint disorientation.

My further days of bending the foundation of physical reality, conquering the electromagnetic spectrum, and inspecting mammals continued, but with a sense of reverence and aversion. Even tossing off became an entirely new sophistication, one with inclusion of humanity and the advent of the collective unconscious. I felt abided by a vortex of psychological thrill and mystery. I theorize that the movement inside the matter I observed was a new species of animal. I believe that it is an embodiment of information; something noiselessly approaching to enlighten humanity. The thing itself whispered to me about the limitations of living in a 3D world. At that moment I became vitally aware of the ocean of perception that we as human beings have yet to even explore the surface.

Some will read my narrative and scoff. I agree that the nature of my encounter is a weird science, but I will add that it is an imperative art in order to evolve. Put simply, in the words of William Blake, "If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite."








Just a short Kerouac-type piece. Sorta beat. Looking for critique.
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spendius
 
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Reply Wed 2 Aug, 2006 05:46 pm
I don't think I would have used "oblong" quite in the position you chose but that's being a bit pernickerity I'll admit and other than that I really do have nothing much to say.

I feel sure St Henry would have approved mightily especially when Ms Nin was indisposed.
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Lash
 
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Reply Wed 2 Aug, 2006 08:00 pm
Fabulous, hilarious and brimming with promise.

If you could dial back the vocab a smidge, you're sheer perfection.

Oblong was right, for me. It's all about the penis, eh?

I don't think arcane is correct--I think you are going for mysterious, or secret or hidden--but if I'm not mistaken--arcane denotes a hidden meaning or understanding--not a hidden location.

Excellent.

My further days of bending the foundation of physical reality, conquering the electromagnetic spectrum, and inspecting mammals continued, but ...

Laughed.

The feeling is Rushmore,...Trainspotting.....Igby Goes Down...
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PatrickWhite222
 
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Reply Thu 3 Aug, 2006 12:53 pm
Heya Lash,

Well, not all about the penis. Laughing

- Patrick
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Shapeless
 
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Reply Wed 9 Aug, 2006 09:06 am
Great ideas here... I really enjoyed it. I will comment only on style and prose, which you are of course free to heed or ignore as you see fit. You mentioned that you were going for quasi-Kerouac; I've not read Kerouac, so maybe the nicks I've highlighted here were perfectly intentional. Anyway, thanks for the great read. As Lash said, it's a great take on the penis. Very Happy

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I had never seen the movie Weird Science, from director John Hughes, starring Anthony Michael Hall, Ilan Mitchell-Smith, and Kelly LeBrock until last week. Of course, the fiercely mediocre and moronic comedy was made in 1985, but I just caught up with it in 2006.


The second sentence is close to redundant; it seems like it could be absorbed into the first.

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Weird Science refers to masturbation as "tossing off," a variational term for the enterprise that I was previously unfamiliar with.


It's not clear what you are unfamiliar with: the variational term or the enterprise?

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Now to keenly move on to the exploit.


That's a split infinitive, which may or may not bother you. In any event, I'm not sure what "keenly" adds to the sentence.

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My last week was irregularly unpleasant. Ironically, the tirade came on too soon after the closure of a brilliant book by Terrence McKenna, a particularly copacetic and sinful visit from an inseparable friend, and the release of the new Depeche Mode album. The first downtrodden exploitation was having to deliver that inseparable friend back to a six-week sport of being the governer's honor in irresponsibly muggy Valdosta, Georgia. Although the five-hour trip was rollicking (including a rascally outing on Brighton Road, exit 66, that ended in a poison oak affliction), seeing him go for two more weeks was painstaking.


Quite a lot of adjective and adverbs here; they get laborious after a while. As I said, I haven't ready any Kerouac, so maybe that's part of the style you're after, but I've underlined the modifiers that I think are the most expendable.

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Finally, my parents acquaint me...


Why the sudden change in tense?

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Opening doors, something that normally is habitual, became something of a game.


The middle clause almost spoils the joke.

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A sign adorns its initial entrance...


"Initial" entrance? Is there another kind?

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I am unnaturally attracted to those places that are authentically esoteric.


The sentence could be more economically rendered, "I am unnaturally attracted to authentically esoteric places." But then again, maybe uneconomic sentences are part of the style you're after.

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...for no indicative reason.


What is an "indicative" reason? Is it different from a normal reason? If it is, my apologies. If it isn't, then this "indicative" sounds a little too transparently like an excuse to use another adjective.

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Being there, in Death, has always inspired this raging sexual necessity for release upon my admission to it.


The underlined phrases seem to say the same thing. I would get rid of one.

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I have even further trouble attempting to accurately describe its interruption.


Another split infinitive, to be noted or passed over as you see fit.

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In the immediate distance, I caught visualization of a behemoth, circular, metallic disk.


"Immediate distance" is close to an oxymoron, though I acknowledge that it is not a full-fledged one. "Caught visualization" sounds too transparently like an attempt to use technical language.

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Scalding heat upon its touch, dripping a thick violet colored liquid.


A sentence fragment. Maybe it's intentional, but it's the first one I've caught, which leads me to believe that it isn't.

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On occasion, the tube would puke the violet substance I defined earlier.


It was defined a bit too earlier to warrant pointing out that you defined it earlier.

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The thing, by its very essence, was exhilarant.


"By its very essence"? My instinct is either to ask whether you've been observing it long enough to know that, or to ask how being exhilarant by essence is different from being exhilarant.

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I waited until my best friend, whom I live with, reappeared from a sweltering day at a labor job.


The "sweltering" is jarring, not because it's yet another adjective (though it is that too) but because it makes me wonder about the intensity of the roommate's labor job and thus distracts me from the more immediate and presumably more important events of the strange object in the woods.

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Upon arrival at the thing's dock, I soon discovered its peculiar absence.


Here's an instance where the modifier is actually not strong enough: "Peculiar" seems too tame to describe an entire disappearance, especially since this is followed by a "desperate" policing.

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I subsequently wandered the house for a good while, bewildered by the thing and its significance or suggestion. I was animated with a quaint disorientation.


The two sentences seems to say the same thing. Perhaps the second could be absorbed into the first?

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Even tossing off became an entirely new sophistication, one with inclusion of humanity and the advent of the collective unconscious.


This is one instance where the technical jargon gets a little mystifying. I don't know what the second clause means.

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At that moment I became vitally aware of the ocean of perception that we as human beings have yet to even explore the surface.


Since you are describing the surface of the ocean of perception, you need to link the surface to the ocean with the appropriate preposition: "At that moment I became vitally aware of the ocean of perception of which we as human beings have yet to even explore the surface." By the way, there's another split infinitive.
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PatrickWhite222
 
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Reply Fri 11 Aug, 2006 01:25 pm
Hi Shapeless!

Wow, that's quite an analysis. Never had someone pay so much attention to my writing. Thanks a ton.

Kerouac's style is very adjective-heavy and very redundant, so most of the repetitions and obscure adjective use is intentional. I'm not a huge fan of the beat-generation style, so I took it as a writing exercise. The style seems very overdone though, I suppose because the readers were all on drugs and needed to read things 3 maybe 4 times to accurately understand. Laughing

I highly appreciate the great response though!

Patrick
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Shapeless
 
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Reply Sat 12 Aug, 2006 09:51 am
You're very welcome. I wouldn't have spent so much time on it if your story hadn't been so entertaining.

I've been guilty of adjective- and adverb-laden writing myself... maybe that's what I'm sensitive to it! As I said, I've not read much Beat literature. For me, the modifier-itis came from reading David Foster Wallace. He is also someone who likes to indulge in obsessive description, but (and this is one of his strengths, I think) he manages to do it without necessarily resorting to adjectives and adverbs. He relies more on piling dependent clause upon dependent clause, so it sounds more "natural." Here's an excerpt from A Compact History of Infinity:

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Abstract thinking tends most often to strike during moments of quiet repose. As in for example the early morning, especially if you wake up slightly before your alarm goes off, when it can suddenly and for no reason occur to you that you've been getting out of bed every morning without the slightest doubt that the floor would support you. Lying there now considering the matter, it appears at least theoretically possible that some flaw in the floor's construction or its molecular integrity could make it buckle, or that even some aberrant bit of quantum flux or something could cause you to melt right through. Meaning it doesn't seem logically impossible or anything. It's not like you're actually scared that the floor might give way in a moment when you really do get out of bed. It's just that certain moods and lines of thinking are more abstract, not just focused on whatever needs or obligations you're going to get out of bed to attend to. This is just an example. The abstract question you're lying there considering is whether you are justified in your confidence about the floor.

[...] Still, though: Is the confidence actually justified, or just highly convenient? This is abstract thinking, with its distinctive staircase-shaped graph, and you're now several levels up. You're no longer thinking just about the floor and your weight, or about your confidence re same and how necessary to basic survival this confidence seems to be. You're now thinking about some more general rule, law, or principle by which this unconsidered confidence in all its myriad forms and intensities is in fact justified instead of being just a series of weird clonic jerks or reflexes that propel you through the day. Another sure sight it's abstract thinking: You haven't moved yet.


Some accuse his work of merely being a display of verbal gymnastics without any real substance behind it. A case in point is this book, which is a non-fiction work chronicling the history of the concept of infinity. D.F. Wallace is not a certified mathematician and has no obvious qualifications for writing such a book; it's pretty clear that he seized on the opportunity just to see what he could do with his writing skills, sort of like a test or an exercise: applying his technical virtuosity to a subject that wouldn't seem to lend itself to it. Anyway, the accusations may or may not be true--I'm inclined to believe them--but it doesn't bother me terribly; a "mere" display of verbal gymnastics is enough to keep me entertained.
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joeyrobbo
 
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Reply Mon 14 Aug, 2006 06:02 am
Feel free to dismiss any, if not all of this as I probably don't know what I'm talking about.

I liked the piece but thought it required too much concentration, largely due to the excessive use of adjectives. That's not to say I'd prefer a "lose concentration for a few pages and yet not lose sight of the plot" type easy reader, but it's quite hard reading in places.

It seems that in places you've purposely chosen to use a longer and more complex word just for the sake of using it, where a more common and simpler one would suffice.

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Ironically, the tirade came on too soon after the closure of a brilliant book by Terrence McKenna, a particularly copacetic and sinful visit from an inseparable friend, and the release of the new Depeche Mode album.


This may just be me, but I'm failing to see the irony. Sod's Law or bad luck maybe, but I wouldn't say it's ironic.

All in all I liked it, but maybe it required simplifying in places. I'm not a bad reader (I think!) but struggled in places.
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