enchanting afternoon with Eunice
July 6, 2015 by zulfahmed
She’s a total sweetheart Eunice. I gave her a presentation including the poem that began the volatility storms project at Cafetazo. She’s pretty smart on humanities and understood the issues and she’s a friend so of course she’s very supportive and thinks I should do this an do podcasts and so on. I moved over to Muddy’s 16th and just got the beat-up computer working having two cups of Ramen noodles for dinner. I rather like the stoic ascetism although I have a few more days of shelter at the body-parts snatcher Indians who are the real Shylocks of this neighborhood. We discussed Shakespeare and Eunice is decent in her ideas of poetry. She’s a fan of Ezra pound. She enjoyed the presentation and of course I’m exceedingly charming and so she loved my company too stuch around for a few hours. She’s very supportive. I have good friends here I don’t want to lose simply for shelter and a guaranteed dead-end for me at Texas. I think stoicism and Ascetic ideals are perfect for my life at the moment because … and I am of course running the python code to search for the ‘F’ term to seek volatility turbulence in the data. You’re the bestest muse. But I suspect you are a prophetic destined appearance for me, for I mythologize you and raise you so that my own self-mythology strengthens. My mother told me all my life that I was prophesied to give the world great gifts, and I wish when I was 5 and you were 2 we were already together. You and I would have been much happier but I suspect that if this were easier then great ordeals would not have shown themselves: look at the material that has come out of inspired flight of love in the past few months. It’s raw and unprocessed but even I am stunned by its gorgeous brilliance. The correction to fractional Poisson process for waiting time distribution law is just a tip of the deep iceberg that I’ve discovered for you and for the human race. Such depths and such heights that my conscious mind reels in vertigo.
I said many moons ago that together we shall exceed Rilke and Rumi and this volatility storm quelling quest came out from a greater stream than pure love; it’s so glorious it blinds the eyes and my mind reels. I am ecstatic beyond my body’s capacity to absorb this. Our meeting had been magical, so far beyond the confines of mundane existence. I apologize for the oscillations of touching every nook and cranny, low and high. Kafka’s diaries inspire me because at this point with the recent inspired flight I’ve broken decades of ‘writer’s block’ on an elaborate project which seems foolhardy and out of a spiritual need for eternity or perhaps as Eunice joked about my connection to you crying from laughing, ‘you just want pussy don’t you?’ I wish I was young enough to do that and be happy. No I want eternity past the trapdoor in the sun darling, nothing less is worth living in this Hell. I can only press myself, wake up and push and push for this source of volatility like a Quest of Galahad or Lancelot or perhaps of a more ancient figure.
Listen to these for me darling: