“Holden Caulfield once said….”


Remember, it’s not the words, it’s the silence of the gaps between the words … therein lies one’s profundities.


“Holden Caulfield once said….”

“You mean the Holden in the ‘Catcher in the Rye’ novel?”


“That’s right,” said Jeb, “he said that sometimes you read this really great book and you wish you were friends with the author, and wish you could call him up on the phone and talk with him … well, I kind of wish that now…”

“This is dreamland, Jeb, the land where all wishes come true,” said Jehrom. “Just like how we can fly in the air sometimes, in our regular dreams, and do anything we want, like do really bizarre things. Well, this is a state of cognizant dreamland, where we can consciously and willfully do things that are pretty off the wall, so give that a try … won’t hurt nothing.”

At that moment a portion of the dreamland sky turned into a giant monitor screen, right above the sea, as Jeb and Jehrom were sitting on their log seats, around the campfire, on the edge of the cliff. Then a keyboard appeared upon a desk that suddenly dreamized right in front of Jeb.


“This is your dreamland internet,” said Jehrom. “You can surf all over that dream sea, on that monitor, all you want. You can email anyone you want, even authors who are deceased, or still living.”

Jeb upturned his fingers and cracked them slightly and placed them over the keyboard with a dramatic flair … sort of like how he saw Mozart do on his piano, in the “Amadeus” movie. Then he began typing letters in the search box, on the dreamland browser in the sky. The search box spelled out, “JD Salinger” and he pressed the enter button. Presto!, there appeared in the Google sky screen, the Wikipedia website of JD Salinger, with all his books, and many articles written about him. Jeb clicked the contact button, and his dreamland email address appeared. Jeb pushed the composition button and began to type.

“Dear Mr. Salinger, big fan, loved your ‘Catcher in the Rye’ book, and many other books as well. In ‘Franny and Zooey’ you wrote that passage about the method of chanting mantras on beads, called ‘japa’ which is something I’m trying lately. Well, not to take too much of your time, If you could give me some retrospective wisdom on life, that would make my day … uh, rather make my night … my dream night. Fan always, Jeb.”

Moments later, Jeb got this reply;

“Dear Jeb, love ya fans. Don’t worry, I’m working up a big fat answer sending soon, perhaps now or later, sometimes making big answer takes long time, Ugh, kemo sabe, brain waves operate veddy slowly, veddy independently, but exceedingly fine, cannot be prodded along, circuit synappis fires whens they decides to fire — answers to great riddle of life — getting that you will … [Yoda rules!] Remember, it’s not the words, it’s the silence of the gaps between the words … therein lies one’s profundities.


“Inspired email, directly from the heavens, coming forthwith — accompanied by dazzling flashing in the sky and loud reports on the horizon — and of course, there’s the loud shouting from all directions, cause it’s never over, until the shouting begins, and the fat lady sings, of course…

“Plus news of the never ending saga of Sir Sreejinn, and his noble Knight, Sir Jehromji,


“Keeping one’s eyeball adhered to the screen, like a fly on fecal matter, one stays tuned into the great comput god, just now signing out … this hombre keeping you posted on singular post … [how’s one keep self affixed to one’s post, me asks?] 10 / 4, yours truly, JD.”

“Well, that makes perfect sense,” said Jeb as Jehrom surveyed him with a blank expression.

“Right, everything makes eventual sense here in dreamland. All puzzle pieces will fit together … in due course of time.”

“Who is Sir Sreejinn?”


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Quest for Father Time

Seems like yesterday I was playing with my GI-Joe army toys … now I’m an old man whose big decision is “what pill do I take next?” what is this thing called time? Anyway, this is one of my favorite posts, which is about time and Salvadore Dali imagery, it is duly re-cycled for those who may have missed it: ☺

“It is time,” said Sir Isaac, “time takes everything away, time is the culprit that makes a youthful body turn withered and sapped, reddish auburn hair is turned to grey, memory to forgetfulness … time must be stopped … why, without time, all our joys and delights will not have to cease and desist, without time, we shall play with jolly delights in sunlit meadows without a care, perpetual bliss, flowers forever blooming, yes, time takes it all away…”

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The Quest for Father Time


Chapter 5 of “Rory’s Chemical Incarceration”


[Skipping over chapters 3 and 4 and will come back to them later]

“Well, ok, now is the time for our daily buddy trek,” said Rory, “we will go with Sir Isaac today.”


And so they begin their buddy trek, Sir Isaac and Rory, and they commence to traipse off into the trees near the southern wall. After long philosophical discussions, they decide to search for the biggest problem of earthly existence, and it came to them that the great problem was “TIME,” as Rory said;


“What is the biggest problem or inconvenience to human life?”

“It is time,” said Sir Isaac, “time takes everything away, time is the culprit that makes a youthful body turn withered and sapped, reddish auburn hair is turned to grey, memory to forgetfulness … time must be stopped … why, without time…

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Is it Pinkish?


Pinkish? No, it’s a Crucifix!

[excerpt from Katz of Hinterland]

Comments & Q’s welcome 🙂 contact at bottom  … also, for best view, zoom in a few clicks 🙂

Phelia lays her weary head on a blood-reddish pillow. She feels herself in a rare mellowish mood, and so she reaches for her Pink Floyd CD, the one with the cosmic track that sounds like an interstellar journey, and she inserts it and pushes the play button. She also turns on her DVD player and plays the section of 2001 Space Odyssey, no volume, where the music of Pink Floyd seems to fit right into the imagery. She learned this trick from her friends back in Frisco. It is so uncanny how the music goes along with the footage. The astronaut is speeding through the cosmos and the pinky-floyders are just cooking it up with their trans-cosmic journey,


and Phelia is day-tripping on the swirling colors and far-out sounds. Instead of her head jerking around in gyrations, her face slightly tilted back and forth like she had seen a Hindu lady do on TV one time. Then she hears something really weird, something really off. There is some new sound, like something new was just dubbed onto the track. “What is it?” She thought.


“Is it pinkish?” she inquires to herself. “Yes, that definitely sounds pinkish—yeah—or, is it somewhere between a ballerina pink and a clown’s red nose? … really bizarre … the kind of stuff they do, but, although it fits like a glove, I definitely never heard that kind of riff before, and I had it all memorized … at least I thought … uh, something strange is happening here.”


“Now I know,” she thinks. “That sounds like the screeching of… uh … what? A cat screaming? Yes, it is some cat screaming! No doubt about it. Or, is it more like cat chanting in a high-pitched screeching tone?” Then she is irresistibly drawn to her window. It is so freaking dark outside, and the woods looms ghoulishly in a dense bog.


But suddenly, she sees a bright flash of light. A spotlight suddenly appears. “What? A spotlight,” she thinks, as she turns back to the flashing journey of the spacecraft and the pinkish concert. But the cat screeches right there, right on time with the music. As if it was dubbed onto the sound track. “How do they know, how to sing along with pink?” She thinks. The music is building up to a climax, and the guitar lead explodes, as David Gilmour rips out his articulate guitar licks in towering form. Then she looks again to the open window, out into the yard, her eyes are dragged to that spot light! That glaring spot light! Somehow, someone, some thing,


had turned the porch spot light around. Usually it lights up the porch. This time it was turned around to a particular spot in the woods! And what is in the limelight? Her eyes squint to see what it is. “Wait,” she tells herself, “you are missing the climax of the 2001 pinkard mind blow!


Turn back to the telly, you are going to miss the best part!” However, unable to turn back to the pinkard crescendo, she rivets her assaulted eyes upon the hideous sight in the woods, accented by the turned spot light. It is a crucifix! Two arms were stretched out and upward, like the crucifixion of Christ! And two legs are nailed with thorns to the rotten trucks of trees. And the head, what is it? “It’s a cat!” thinks Phelia, “it’s a hideously mutilated and crucified cat!!”


A voice appears in Phelia’s ear. It is that old familiar voice of some cat in the woods. It says, “take heed, Phelia, and look for our emissary. He is coming. You will help, you will channel us. You are part of the plan. Do not fail us. We did this. We’ll do it to you, if you fail us.”


Phelia cried out, “You monster, look what you did!”

The voice says, “What is the difference? You humans do this all the time. You gloss it over with euphemisms. You kill animals all the time, and you dare to call me the monster! You string them up, you hang them up on hooks, just like a crucified victim, and then you cook their muscles and stuff their charred flesh into your gullet, you do it all the time! So, what’s the difference between you and me?!”

Phelia thinks for a moment, of what he means, and says softly to the woods, “oh yes, we do slaughter animals all the time, and men think nothing of it.”

Excerpt taken from “Katz of Hinterland” – a novel, http://tinyurl.com/Katz-Amazon


“The game is afoot!!” says Silvester Sleuth


A foot? The game is about a foot?

Om Tat Sat

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All you need is Love!

All you need is Love!