{"id":10589,"date":"2020-03-30T06:23:34","date_gmt":"2020-03-30T13:23:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=10589"},"modified":"2020-03-30T18:12:44","modified_gmt":"2020-03-31T01:12:44","slug":"envoy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=10589","title":{"rendered":"Regarding"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"602\" height=\"800\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Watanabe_Shotei42.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-10593\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Watanabe_Shotei42.jpg 602w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Watanabe_Shotei42-226x300.jpg 226w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 602px) 100vw, 602px\" \/><figcaption>By Seitei (Shotei) Watanabe 1851-1918 <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">F. J. Bergmann<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\"><font face=\"arial\">There&nbsp;is&nbsp;always&nbsp;some&nbsp;madness\nin&nbsp;love.&nbsp;But&nbsp;there&nbsp;is&nbsp;also&nbsp;always\nsome&nbsp;reason&nbsp;in&nbsp;madness.&nbsp;There\nis&nbsp;some&nbsp;reason&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;universes\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\nthere&nbsp;<em>must<\/em>&nbsp;be\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhich&nbsp;brings&nbsp;me\nto&nbsp;you,&nbsp;sweetheart,&nbsp;my&nbsp;princess\nof&nbsp;pure&nbsp;and&nbsp;untrammeled&nbsp;reason,\nI&nbsp;can&nbsp;almost&nbsp;feel&nbsp;you&nbsp;beside&nbsp;me,\ndenunciation&nbsp;membranes&nbsp;pulsing,\nas&nbsp;I&nbsp;write&nbsp;this&nbsp;letter,&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;even\ndare&nbsp;to&nbsp;imagine&nbsp;the&nbsp;pleasant&nbsp;yet\nhazardous&nbsp;scent&nbsp;of&nbsp;your&nbsp;lurker\nperfume&nbsp;bombarding&nbsp;me&nbsp;with\nmixed&nbsp;signals.&nbsp;Last&nbsp;night&nbsp;in&nbsp;my\ndreams&nbsp;I&nbsp;saw&nbsp;you&nbsp;convulse&nbsp;on\nthe&nbsp;dimensional&nbsp;launching&nbsp;pier.\nThe&nbsp;aether&nbsp;wind&nbsp;was&nbsp;blowing\nlong&nbsp;shards&nbsp;of&nbsp;obsidian&nbsp;through\nthe&nbsp;intricate&nbsp;jacquard&nbsp;of&nbsp;your&nbsp;hair,\nand&nbsp;your&nbsp;multitude&nbsp;of&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;held\nthe&nbsp;fading,&nbsp;actinic&nbsp;sunlight.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was\nspeechless,&nbsp;deliquescing&nbsp;slowly\nas&nbsp;I&nbsp;watched&nbsp;your&nbsp;twelve&nbsp;auxiliary\nmonitors&nbsp;looking&nbsp;somewhere&nbsp;far\naway,&nbsp;perhaps&nbsp;back&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;mad\nreality&nbsp;from&nbsp;which&nbsp;you&nbsp;claimed\nto&nbsp;have&nbsp;come.&nbsp;<em>You&nbsp;are&nbsp;a&nbsp;remarkably\nelegant&nbsp;contrivance,<\/em>&nbsp;I&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as\nI&nbsp;saw&nbsp;you,&nbsp;onslaught&nbsp;of&nbsp;a&nbsp;vision\nthat&nbsp;I&nbsp;could&nbsp;never&nbsp;find&nbsp;in&nbsp;anyone\nor&nbsp;anything&nbsp;else.&nbsp;In&nbsp;a&nbsp;paroxysm&nbsp;of\nunseemly&nbsp;compulsion,&nbsp;I&nbsp;slowly\nbegan&nbsp;to&nbsp;walk&nbsp;toward&nbsp;you,&nbsp;and&nbsp;then\nyou&nbsp;finally&nbsp;turned&nbsp;to&nbsp;me,&nbsp;lurching\nas&nbsp;you&nbsp;revolved&nbsp;like&nbsp;some&nbsp;single-\nsun&nbsp;system&nbsp;where&nbsp;all&nbsp;the&nbsp;orbits\nare&nbsp;decaying.&nbsp;I&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;that&nbsp;others\nhad&nbsp;been&nbsp;watching&nbsp;you&nbsp;as&nbsp;well\nas&nbsp;they&nbsp;could,&nbsp;given&nbsp;their&nbsp;awkward\nweapons&nbsp;of&nbsp;contravention&nbsp;and\nthe&nbsp;radioactive&nbsp;glare&nbsp;emanating\nfrom&nbsp;your&nbsp;slim&nbsp;and&nbsp;girlish&nbsp;figure.\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;<em>know<\/em>&nbsp;her?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d&nbsp;they&nbsp;asked&nbsp;me,\npointing&nbsp;at&nbsp;you&nbsp;with&nbsp;their&nbsp;tendrils\nof&nbsp;office&nbsp;and&nbsp;repeating&nbsp;hot&nbsp;gossip\nabout&nbsp;your&nbsp;mating&nbsp;practices,\ngleaned&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;yellow&nbsp;journalism\nof&nbsp;an&nbsp;adjacent&nbsp;spiral&nbsp;arm,&nbsp;in&nbsp;jealous\nwhispers.&nbsp;Then&nbsp;you&nbsp;smiled&nbsp;at&nbsp;me,\nincidentally&nbsp;bedazzling&nbsp;them\nwith&nbsp;the&nbsp;sheer&nbsp;resplendence\nof&nbsp;the&nbsp;array&nbsp;of&nbsp;crystalline&nbsp;teeth\nlining&nbsp;your&nbsp;primary&nbsp;feeding&nbsp;maw\nthat&nbsp;have&nbsp;long&nbsp;captivated&nbsp;me,\nas&nbsp;you&nbsp;swiftly&nbsp;disabled&nbsp;their&nbsp;entire\nplanetary&nbsp;defense&nbsp;array,&nbsp;all&nbsp;the&nbsp;while\nignoring&nbsp;their&nbsp;ineffectual&nbsp;protests,\nand&nbsp;I&nbsp;simply&nbsp;answered&nbsp;with&nbsp;the&nbsp;even-\nsimpler&nbsp;expedient&nbsp;of&nbsp;pointing&nbsp;out\nthat&nbsp;you&nbsp;were,&nbsp;as&nbsp;we&nbsp;chatted,&nbsp;biting\ntheir&nbsp;heads&nbsp;off.&nbsp;The&nbsp;truth&nbsp;is&nbsp;that&nbsp;I\nhave&nbsp;always&nbsp;known&nbsp;you&nbsp;(\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Better&nbsp;than\nI&nbsp;know&nbsp;myself,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;platitude&nbsp;goes),\nknown&nbsp;you&nbsp;perfectly,&nbsp;since&nbsp;you\nare&nbsp;one&nbsp;of&nbsp;my&nbsp;many\u00e2\u20ac\u201dnay,&nbsp;infinite\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\nincarnations.&nbsp;I&nbsp;am&nbsp;waiting&nbsp;for&nbsp;you\nto&nbsp;devour&nbsp;me,&nbsp;here&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;end&nbsp;of&nbsp;time,\nthat&nbsp;we&nbsp;may&nbsp;begin&nbsp;the&nbsp;dance\nof&nbsp;eternal&nbsp;renewal&nbsp;and&nbsp;decay&nbsp;again.\n\n\nFondly,\nAnnihilated<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>F. J. Bergmann There&nbsp;is&nbsp;always&nbsp;some&nbsp;madness in&nbsp;love.&nbsp;But&nbsp;there&nbsp;is&nbsp;also&nbsp;always some&nbsp;reason&nbsp;in&nbsp;madness.&nbsp;There is&nbsp;some&nbsp;reason&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;universes\u00e2\u20ac\u201d there&nbsp;must&nbsp;be\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhich&nbsp;brings&nbsp;me to&nbsp;you,&nbsp;sweetheart,&nbsp;my&nbsp;princess of&nbsp;pure&nbsp;and&nbsp;untrammeled&nbsp;reason, I&nbsp;can&nbsp;almost&nbsp;feel&nbsp;you&nbsp;beside&nbsp;me, denunciation&nbsp;membranes&nbsp;pulsing, as&nbsp;I&nbsp;write&nbsp;this&nbsp;letter,&nbsp;and&nbsp;I&nbsp;even dare&nbsp;to&nbsp;imagine&nbsp;the&nbsp;pleasant&nbsp;yet hazardous&nbsp;scent&nbsp;of&nbsp;your&nbsp;lurker perfume&nbsp;bombarding&nbsp;me&nbsp;with mixed&nbsp;signals.&nbsp;Last&nbsp;night&nbsp;in&nbsp;my dreams&nbsp;I&nbsp;saw&nbsp;you&nbsp;convulse&nbsp;on the&nbsp;dimensional&nbsp;launching&nbsp;pier. The&nbsp;aether&nbsp;wind&nbsp;was&nbsp;blowing long&nbsp;shards&nbsp;of&nbsp;obsidian&nbsp;through the&nbsp;intricate&nbsp;jacquard&nbsp;of&nbsp;your&nbsp;hair, and&nbsp;your&nbsp;multitude&nbsp;of&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;held the&nbsp;fading,&nbsp;actinic&nbsp;sunlight.&nbsp;I&nbsp;was speechless,&nbsp;deliquescing&nbsp;slowly as&nbsp;I&nbsp;watched&nbsp;your&nbsp;twelve&nbsp;auxiliary monitors&nbsp;looking&nbsp;somewhere&nbsp;far away,&nbsp;perhaps&nbsp;back&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;mad reality&nbsp;from&nbsp;which&nbsp;you&nbsp;claimed to&nbsp;have&nbsp;come.&nbsp;You&nbsp;are&nbsp;a&nbsp;remarkably elegant&nbsp;contrivance,&nbsp;I&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as I&nbsp;saw&nbsp;you,&nbsp;onslaught&nbsp;of&nbsp;a&nbsp;vision that&nbsp;I&nbsp;could&nbsp;never&nbsp;find&nbsp;in&nbsp;anyone or&nbsp;anything&nbsp;else.&nbsp;In&nbsp;a&nbsp;paroxysm&nbsp;of unseemly&nbsp;compulsion,&nbsp;I&nbsp;slowly began&nbsp;to&nbsp;walk&nbsp;toward&nbsp;you,&nbsp;and&nbsp;then you&nbsp;finally&nbsp;turned&nbsp;to&nbsp;me,&nbsp;lurching as&nbsp;you&nbsp;revolved&nbsp;like&nbsp;some&nbsp;single- sun&nbsp;system&nbsp;where&nbsp;all&nbsp;the&nbsp;orbits are&nbsp;decaying.&nbsp;I&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;that&nbsp;others had&nbsp;been&nbsp;watching&nbsp;you&nbsp;as&nbsp;well as&nbsp;they&nbsp;could,&nbsp;given&nbsp;their&nbsp;awkward weapons&nbsp;of&nbsp;contravention&nbsp;and the&nbsp;radioactive&nbsp;glare&nbsp;emanating from&nbsp;your&nbsp;slim&nbsp;and&nbsp;girlish&nbsp;figure. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;know&nbsp;her?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d&nbsp;they&nbsp;asked&nbsp;me, pointing&nbsp;at&nbsp;you&nbsp;with&nbsp;their&nbsp;tendrils of&nbsp;office&nbsp;and&nbsp;repeating&nbsp;hot&nbsp;gossip about&nbsp;your&nbsp;mating&nbsp;practices, gleaned&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;yellow&nbsp;journalism of&nbsp;an&nbsp;adjacent&nbsp;spiral&nbsp;arm,&nbsp;in&nbsp;jealous whispers.&nbsp;Then&nbsp;you&nbsp;smiled&nbsp;at&nbsp;me, incidentally&nbsp;bedazzling&nbsp;them with&nbsp;the&nbsp;sheer&nbsp;resplendence of&nbsp;the&nbsp;array&nbsp;of&nbsp;crystalline&nbsp;teeth [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10589","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10589","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10589"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10589\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10599,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10589\/revisions\/10599"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10589"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10589"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10589"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}