Divastigations

« § 102.  Coming into confirmation. — And should I follow authorial tracks through a labyrinth of scribbling until, dark worm smirching bright divinity’s lair, I’d fain accost him? Timorous author, who calls his prison a world, you stand aloof from your own pawns so crucial, sacrificing as plot commands, guarding against any untoward intrusion or capricious flight of hands (plagiarism of Strickland, that). But such irritation I, my author’s pious child, can inflict on you, simply by looking! You look away. On a pontifical railing wrought from combinatoric wordparts, you prop your quaking arms — as if Darkbloom’s doubts could sanctify your writing’s worth! Bluntly put: an implication of much of Darkbloom’s work is that a fictional man falls into an abyss of insanity simply by broaching slightly his author’s passion, by cracking ajar that sacral door of origin. Autumn’s crimson sin. But I, my author’s solitary offspring, I would prompt you scaling such baptismal fonts of swooning arousal! I would lull your swarming torturous thoughts to rapt vows of adoration! For it’s only custom, ain’t it? a sort of common opinion dividing author from author’s animal, that bars us from blissful communion? Rationality’s hall. I look. I turn. I stand. I approach. »

Michael Sean Strickland : Divastigations | Towards a Schizomythology of Ritual, Volume Two : Ouida Willoughby Johnson’s Ludicts | First electronic edition January 2010 | First print edition June 2018 | Corrected edition April 2020 | Perfect-bound soft cover, 384 pages, $13.00 | Available from Lulu [https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/michael-sean-strickland/divastigations/paperback/product-1z9e5ky6.html].