Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Thoughts on PQA
As this should properly be a Blog about certain particular people I have made acquaintance with.
I remember an event like this one…
I have come to call them Kilgores'…Or so it goes…
The only thing I know for sure is that all of this is possible . If and when Kilgore pops into your head go with it.
It’s more of an oral tradition when told so it’s always changing a bit.
Kilgore first came to me with a shiny paperback novel . Galapagos: a novel.. just as Bluebeard came out on hardcover. so this was 1987 or 1988... Now with PQA so it goes... before the Trout event this Prof Quintini shows up and tells me to hold on to this Almanac. He and this Almanac, I latter learned, came buy way of Crono Synclastic Infundibula and
Quintini is Professor of psudo-theoretical physics at The University of Tralfamador which at that point I quit trying to translate the Almanac, as that proves to be ridiculous. That's because the information in the Almanac is knowledge based on other dimensions and a somewhat different stream of consciousness. Now you can have it over there, and and it all makes sense and it is understood. Now your over hear, and and it is not so clear all of sudden.The thought patterns in our big brains and consciousness are just not the same and it slips away. You go back and forth here to there , you cant be both places at the same time , I like to have one foot in the Transcendent. So it goes.. and you think you know, so just write it down, you try and translate, everything is gobbledygook. Now I can think 'it'. but when it comes to putting it down on paper and /or explaining all the ideas and concepts , it has no language, what is it math? sort of. Well , Oh, If I could only tell you... so close, I just had it... Try metaphors for a paradox wrapped around an enigma. No beginning and no ending...Yet I have "accessed the font of Transcendent thinking"...So it goes...It's right here. It's all in my noodle, ready to be intended.
The fact is. I have the Almanac. PQA "Professor Quintini's Almanac" It is an applied sudo-science. Hard-point singularities manifest serendipitously. Remember this is for non-linear time. There are all kinds of other reference points and markers of what/where/when of an event/happening or sometimes called an episode. I can easily recognize PQA "I know it when I see it" everything is understood.
Getting back to the story Quintini say's just hold onto this, the Almanac, someone might need it later. What I knew then was only half of what was really going on. As I am reading this new book I have, Galapagos.
Now I knew who Vonnegut was and I was supposed to have read Slaughterer House Five back in high school but the closest I got back then was a VHS copy of the Movie. I figure this might just be enough to bluff my way through whatever might come at me. I play the tape and the audio is unintelligible/Inaudible. cant hear a fucken' thing, mumbo jumbo. so it goes…
I couldn't read books really, I have a wandering mind that would not focus or pay attention to what it was reading so I would be four or five pages along and thinking of something other than what I was reading, and I was reading, I would turn back the four or five pages and re-read what I already read. I remember recognizing reading as having been read, but only the second time through. where does this all go? Somewhere in my mind that I don't have to be. An autopilot of some kind takes over, I wander off in thought, it keeps right on reading. That on a good day. I could also just sit and stare at the same page for hours and imagine my own story based on what little I knew of that one.
There are certain authors that are an exception to this and I could read them. Vonnegut was one. Like a familiar old friend. I could hear him speaking.
Now leading up to this event I had finally started to focus on my reading. A holistic practitioner changed my diet, I was exercising. So I am reading ie; spirituality, new age , quantum physics, etc.
A shaman introduced me to Carlos Castenada… I read these stories.I was told I am
Benigno…the Master of Intent.
So I think I am predisposed to being Kilgore'ed.
So I am in Chelsea bookstore, long beach ,CA it is 1987-8, something like that , Galapagos has been issued on paperback from I think Dell, it has a shiny cover on it. You may have seen this edition of it. A kinda of blueish shiny. This is exactly what transpired , no joke, I am looking through the stacks of fiction paperbacks up on the second floor . This is an old converted victorian style house , has a lot of natural light. "What is this one" I say to myself. A shiny, shine, shiny SPINE. The spine was all that was exposed. I pulled it out off of the shelf and… Galapagos: A Novel… That Slaughterhouse guy, Vonnegut. They say he is something else. I have friends that swear by him and read everything he's ever done. I don't know , WW2 Slaughterhouses, it just does not appeal to me, I don't know. Put it back and be done with it.
Now back it goes and , wait a minute, The spine is not shiny, just the cover. It was shiny. It's mine now. something telling me this is not your regular Vonnegut , this is Happening. Something wonderful.
I read Galapagos. My first Vonnegut. And Maybe my favorite. I have now read all the others as well.
So familiar… This Kilgore reminds me of Quintini. Alter ego he calls it. Fine. Maybe they know each other, wouldn't that be funny….
The Gardener said:
As I can pull together Kilgore had something to do with what you thought was a shiny spine on the paperback version of Galapagos. You have friends who praise Vonnegut , But have never read any of his work.The closest you came was not reading Slaughter House Five when it was assigned to you in class way back when. I seem to remember you tried watching the movie adaptation, but The tape you rented had inaudible sound , Trout’s doing I bet. So here you are years later pulling a book with a shiny spine off the shelf for just because it is shiny. Your in the bookstore looking for new age, mysticism bullshit because you think it might help with all these weird thoughts your having about time travelers with almanacs. Now here’s the thing, your looking at Galapagos with the nice shiny cover and think that this slaughter House guy with his Galapagos tortoises can go right back on the shelf were it came. Now you can plainly see that the spine is NOT shiny. Only the cover is shiny. So you pull the thing back off the shelf and you here a voice say “how do you like me know? Or so it goes.