Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Whose Hell is This?

Persephone plods relentlessly towards Hell.

Great drifts of snow form a tunnel along Union Turnpike.

Everything is grey: grey snow from a grey sky on grey
buildings.

Persephone rolls her eyes at the writer; perseveration of
thought is the sign of an overwrought mind.

Yet, she does consider the landscape grey

Illustration of Persephone made from a photograph of an avatar
Union Turnpike

Alla Saints an’ Mother Theresa coul’na saved me!” laughs Hades
with a puff on his cigar.

He’s just told the story of how, as a young Catholic converting a Jew in Switzerland, he was chased by a pack of Protestant dogs.

“My twisted sister!” Persephone hikes her skirt; that story never fails to impress.

Hades,” she says, “about Felique…”

“I don’t have your precious Felique!”

Nevertheless, she persisted: “But you must!”

Hades relaxes and chuckles affectionately: “Of course I must. She’s in the Garden playing with dolls. She’d love to see you.”

Persephone is confused: “What was that business with the hag in the mirror?”

“You know how the writer likes special effects.”

“And Felique…?”

“She’s a little girl named Trina.”

“I see…and, whose Hell is this?

“Cocteau’s, do you like it?”

Surrealist photograph of virtual reality avatars to represent Persephone and Lucifer entering the Garden
Persephone and Lucifer enter the Garden

Persephone examines one of Lucifer’s paintings and smiles: “Life is like a skyscraper on quicksand.”

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Variations on a Theme

Art by Rob Goldstein
Variations on a Theme

I’ve been on a short break from therapy.

It’s hard to question your motives and beliefs twice a week, every week.

I used last week’s rains as a reason not to go.

There are times when I want to know what it feels like just to live.

That’s not the way it’s going to be for me, not yet—and I can feel
my mind splitting open in preparation for this afternoon’s session.

When I feel low I distract myself with humor and wordplay.

I’m a big fan of Mystery Science Theater 3000 because of the wordplay.

New episodes of MST3K are in production and headed for Netflix this year.

For people who don’t know the show here’s a sample:

Great humor is timeless.

A conversation about astrology yesterday led to thoughts of the Firesign Theater so I ran a search for them on the Internet Archives.

If you’re feeling down I offer this story of ‘Genesis’ as told by the Firesign Theater.

It is an excerpt from “I Think We’re all Bozos on this Bus.”

Before the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around, and he saw his neighbor, which was his mother. And he lay down on top of his neighbor, and behold! she bore him in tears an oak tree, which grew all day and then fell over — like a bridge. And lo! under the bridge there came a catfish. And he was very big. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so were the fiery balls of this fish, one of which is the sun, and the other, they called the moon.

Firesign Theatre

 

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The Avatar

A collage made by combining a public domain photo of a Russian Icon with a photo of a Second Life avatar.
A collage made by combining a public domain photo of a Russian Icon with a screenshot of a Second Life avatar.

My favorite Gregorian Chant

Cantores in Ecclesia
Kyrie Chant
Usage Public Domain

A Skeleton in the Attic – Part Two-

A Skeleton in the Attic

One day the little boy and the skeleton were dancing.

The Skeleton tripped over the trunk the little boy used as a seat.

The Skeleton fell very hard.

His legs and his skull cracked.

The little boy quickly gathered as many pieces as he could find and laid them in a shaft of dusty Sunlight that came through the window.

The Skeleton sighed, “I shall have to go back to being a dead skeleton.”

The little boy cried and kissed the fresh crack in the skeletons forehead.

When his lips touched the skull it became fleshy and warm.

The little boy laughed with joy,  “You’re a real person now!

“No,” the skeleton replied, “You’re kiss and tears gave my last moments true life. When you leave the attic I will be gone and you must never return. But you will remember this moment so that when you meet other skeletons you will not be afraid to touch and love them.”

“But I will be alone again. “ The little boy cried.

The young man knelt and smiled at the little boy.

“You will never be alone again. Your world is full of skeletons that want to live and dance. Your love has conquered your fear of skeletons and made you brave. Now you will take your love to the skeletons of your world and give them life”


A Skeleton in the Attic-

RG 2010-2015

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