Skully

{A dear letter to all skulls: you have the bony state that echoes of many a lifetimes, emit to human eyes to render a deep invesitigation, to gross out onlookers when dislodged from the body with all those meet sticking out and, yet, the most philosophized body part in both the sciences and philosophy. Interesting how you've ended up here, once a mere skull for the Kingdom of Animals; now an object that is so foreign to us as 'tis close-n-loved to us more than a corpse. How? We may never know what got lost to translation and what to the dustbin of history. But, we will finally remember the collectively repressed memory or discover it to be long thrown away. With vile love for my skull, me... This post contains a Hive account@vdux Haiku contest, a 100-word tasker and an entry to the lovely Hive account@vermillionfox's FoxTales contest... Today’s music-aides: "Steam in the Pipes (extended)" [1.] (Half Life OST).}

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- Long gone -

Displaced, the skull knows
- for 'tis no longer attached
'n' been everywhere.

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- Saintly Grace -

"Dean Melkovich, bring me the skull!"

"Aye, Father Darius."

"Finally, took you a while. Prancing dæmons hiding, Melkovich?"

"No Father, the stairwell is flooded."

"Well, that was some saintly grace with such speed."

"Aye, Father Darius. I shall clean the mess up-"

"No need; figure the taffer out and bring them here, Melkovich."

"Shall I dispatch the Vatican guard, Father?"

"Handle it with saintly grace as you did with this skull - you are dismissed."

"Aye."

"Well now, how did that taffer do so much under my nose? I guess I shall find out when I see the sinner's face."

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Art piece by the lovely Hive account@vermillionfox.

- Cranium justo inspectionem -

And so a hand, a hand, goin'-n-reachin'. For what? Oh, the skull dear, old person; just was the inquiry, but aye, aye! Hee hee hee hee. The old Father wasn't expectin' company when he told his Dean to get the skull, but he be wrong that a taffer done the job of floodin' the way up. Uee hee hee hee! Look, a look, at that old Father checkin'-n-inspectin'. Methinks he be seein' for any ill-carvin' on the skull. Well, fool me to think you can think that this skull can be shipped across the continent for a perverted study. Aye, the oceans I have seen, the seas I have smelt, the rivers I crossed and the fountains I wished to be dropped into like florins flicked for the wish of accomplishing a wish! So, old person, old Father, what speaks of your odds tonight? With me at the helm, ready to have at it with you with your Catholic moralizing, yet ungraceful torching of those that adhere not to the Church? Ready for me to shred you and your profane order for guaranteeing El Requerimiento to forcefully convert or kill on those pagan and devil worshipers on Amerigo's great continent? Ready for me to mince you for pilfering the poor of their last coin with trinkets, non-holy reliquaries, worthless indulgences and tithes? No, then why have done what you’ve done 'n' remained complicit when you had the chance to speak up? Oh I had it, soon the Vatican guards will bust in and my vengeance will be further sated. Father, accept what is to come and be forever silent! A delicious red rum, a bony fragment and delicate meat for a very old age. Time to prepare for a real vengeance, a divine purge commences today on these fellow sinners.

First two things: skulls, there's a story here but each works alone fine, and have fun being the narrator qua jester. Remember to keep the audience's eyes-n-attention, they don't beckon to you and they control whether you thrive or not.

So what for this, what is Dr. Hive account@theironfelix going to speak today? Well that Hive account@veryspider gave me a shot to do a short story for one art pieces drawn. In particular, I reference this one and I shall let the reader here think what is to be drafted up tomorrow ^^

Of course, there's more banter; I plan on making right on that thing I mentioned weeks back! The upcoming Monday, prepare for a CO-WRITTEN POST WITH ME AND Hive account@calluna! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!~ ^^

But now the real deal philosophizing: the value of the arts and the cultural industry. This subject bears a high resemblance of importance as it as always had in the past. No matter the feelings for one's interpretation of the "DEATH OF THE AUTHOR," one cannot deny that one's development as a person is reflected in what you produce as l'Auteur. Indeed, think of what you say and see that in what you demonize as vice and glamorize as virtue all throughout your works. Even if you've created a perfect "DEATH OF THE AUTHOR" piece that allows for infinite interpretations, you do indeed splurge out one thing: ideology. In particular, I harp again on the death of the author since it indeed calls for the arts to be depoliticized (among other things), but it in particular cannot happen considering this leads to a whole slew of language games as Deleuze would dare to utter and be a mere puddle of words, a word salad.

Have we to really go back to the far stretches of history to point how using one's biases can make the greatest of arts that people valorize or even think of as to change society? Do I have to point at Michelangelo alone and show every little political remark he made with every brush-stroke on his fresco? Do I have to even go to Surrealist works that invoke Baroque beauty and strike Unconscious tension of staring at one's own Unconsciousness? By the almighty, do I have to travel to Egypt, Ethiopia, Syria and all else to show how influential these regions where for the historical arts and philosophy? Amongst the historicity of art, do we see politics bleed all throughout - even in the birth of "DEATH OF THE AUTHOR" book.

For it calls truly to forget that there's a reflection of the l'Auteur and society in every page in a book, every stroke of a painting, every scene in film and every bite of a food item. Yet how can one repress it to only give way for a stronger explosion and tension all about the works? It sincerely doesn't wish to "poof away ideology" altogether, it wishes to make a clean slate without even providing a match for the strike. To rebirth and stay a vague sense of mystery, but this shame and aversion (a desire that avoids something) is wholly contingent of the recent advances and retreats in World Politics. The rise of NeoLiberalism, the dissolution of the USSR, the Capitalist Restoration of the PRC and the ever-growing NeoColonial states in Africa and all over Asia. It wished to purge clean of all reactionary and radical sentiments in this thunderstorm of reaction, but in the end only gave way for reaction and status quo writings to become dominant. To condemn radicalism but keep quiet on reactionary tendencies since it so happened to align to their programme. It's time to stop pretending we aren't all full of Unconscious desires and Unconscious beings, time to dream again and end this infantile call back to a time that never existed.

It's time to resurrect l'Auteur.