A Meeting of Minds

Samuel Pepys, wrote John Evelyn, was ‘universally beloved, hospitable, generous, learned in many things’ and ‘skilled in music’. John Evelyn, wrote Pepys, ‘must be allowed … for a little conceitedness; but he may well be so, being a man so much above others’. Pepys’s assessment of Evelyn was made early in their relationship, in 1665, and Evelyn’s assessment of Pepys was made on the day that his fellow diarist died, in 1703. So rest the reputations of our two great recorders of Restoration England: Pepys, the middle-class son of a tailor, was a man of the people; Evelyn, the heir of a country gentleman, was a notch or two above.

 

Source: Samuel Pepys and John Evelyn: a meeting of like minds | The Spectator

 

A Dadaist Fairy Tale

 

People notch Poppies on zero trees – spy silver buttercups;

He wrote a day’s miles like this.

There in the middle class … in six sieves was a fiance’s consciousness. The person I loved, slept and learned.

 

In each Lyndon recorder, a constantly yellow pasta man by the forest was written in prose.

He or she is a “universal need” in John’s generous ocean. There was a middle class … the heart of the groom was in six corners.

 

Our musical relationship with rust is ours to dance –

let time hammer out the edges of our days.

 

The reason why he wanted to make this work the strongest was the claim that this research was not a controversy, but actually a taboo.

The descent brings mystery,

So the dead apparition of Vermilion Motion is born –

 

This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of magic and wonder.

Why was there a yellow stick?

The remaining creatures move only one.

I want to rust.

A glittering and long shining jungle writes taboos in the palm of your hand, as I thank my friends.

A good gentleman,

In that, and quite deeply –

finds a comfortable experience of bread-lid bedrooms.

 

Erythrocyte pebbles light pyres at the feet in my sand. Who is in each area?

Those that say they love lovers, and the swamp.

 

This is an atmospheric aria of forgotten tranquility, that comes to us from a lost age of happenstance and enchantment.

 

Now Go – this is the search query corner class –

&

ask Other Eyes, the tailor threads fate in your pockets.

 

8 thoughts on “A Meeting of Minds

  1. So many little gems among polished pebbles: I particularly liked the closing “the tailor threads fate in your pockets” as a phrase to savour. And your first image, a beacon of hope in a gloomy world, I thought.

    Have a good 2018, Joseph’s.

      1. elmediat

        😀
        Actually the glitchy quality of software helped me construct this piece. I took the opening passage ( I found it online by doing a search of “A Meeting of Minds” ) and put it through Google translate & a Dadaism Generator multiple times. I edited it and added other text as I went. Then I did further editing/chopping to create a broken folklore piece. Broken Folklore is my attempt to create an uncertain folktale/faerie-tale, where it is incomplete/fragmented by multiple sources & tellings – perhaps it is a mix of more than one narrative that has been confused-combined over time.

        Then again the teller may be a bit confused by age/drink, as may as well be the recorder. 😀

        Many thanks.

    1. elmediat

      Thanks very much. See my response above to Calmgrove for some background on the creative process and my ideas about Broken Folklore. 🙂

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