Showing posts with label Melancholia. Show all posts
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Friday, 11 April 2025

Patriarchy was Springfield's Basic Principle of Government





The people of Springfield didn't need to grasp the finer points of Pynchon's Theology to be unsettled to hear him voice heretical opinions. Heresy and Witchcraft were different sins; but they shared a diabolic source and were believed to exert a malign force that divided nations, neighbourhoods, even households - and as the Bible warned, 'if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand

Since the early years of The Reformation, orthodox clerics had feared The Devil slipping into the pulpit, from where he could corrupt impressionable souls.

Pynchon spoke The Truth, Moxon believed, yet inevitably the unlawfulness of his words served to undermine His Authority as a Magistrate and Leader in the eyes of The People.

Patriarchy was Springfield's basic principle of Government, and upon The Integrity of that principle everything depended. 

Now it was at risk.

Furthermore, this was the year of patriarchal failure, writ large in the disgrace of an English King beheaded for Treason. 

Springfield's faltering confidence in Pynchon, together with the sordid end of Charles I, in turn inflamed hostile feelings towards the town's most hopeless patriarch, Hugh Parsons.

When people were most agitated, and their families, churches, communities and polities off-kilter, then Witchcraft, which often seemed ethereal or dubious, became most plausible and real. This is how it felt across New England, in Springfield's public discourse and in the life of individuals.

Monday, 16 March 2020

I Feel Fine.






It's Not The End of The World. 

 Be Brave.

Don't Panic.






Nobody loses Loved-Ones Before Their Time  -

The All-Father wove the skein of Your Life a long time ago.

Go and hide in a hole if you wish, 
but you won't live one instant longer.

Your Fate is Fixed.
Fear Profits a Man Nothing.

Miss Caroline Krafft seriously needed to pluck her eyebrows. 
Her outfit looked like it was picked out by a blind Sunday school teacher. 
And she had some 99-cent lip gloss on her snaggletooth. 

And that's when I realised -
Making Fun of Caroline Krafft Wouldn't Stop Her from Beating Me in This Contest.


Calling Somebody Else Fat Won't Make You Any Skinnier. 
Calling Someone Stupid Doesn't Make You Any Smarter. 
And Ruining Regina George's Life Definitely Didn't Make Me Any Happier. 

All you can do in Life is try to solve 
The Problem in Front of You.

If the limit never approaches anything...
The Limit Does Not Exist. 

The Limit Does Not Exist!