SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE
Richard S. Kim, FINAL REVISION + FRAGMENT CRYPTO-SUPPLEMENT FORM-
FINALIZED DRAFT VERSION-JULY 28, 2012-SATURDAY-3:03 P.M/ HARTSDALE, NY.
“Death of a Courtesan: the Lady unspoken for
by her consenting subjects”
My children are desolate.
---Lamentations 1
To
NB., C.C., M.G.,
B.L., J.L., L.T.,JIK,
AS, JK, BL,M.R. ML, DW, KSSK, BR, BYJK, HS, YSJK, JL, MSHL, VR, CR, GR,
B.L. CL. JPW, EM, KT, JRM, RLD, JH, AS, JR. MA-M, RS, MLM-D,
JHH, JTC, W.H., G.G., M.S., R.K., T.C. T.K..K, J.G. V. , RT, MA, J.R., T.T.
APKK, PC, GEE, HS, A.S., D.B., MW----------------------J******&M*****
J & jb-SK-S-jACK, AL, eRIC, dEWEY. eHRUN. bENNY. gABBY, aBRIL, jASON AND tERESA k. J.L.E ACRESS & M.B. T.N. ALWAYS- THE HONG FAMILY, LEE FAMILY, RAMAKRISHNA FAMILY, CHOI FAMILY, LIU FAMILY----A NY, F-VA============================//////]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
EXPANSE OF CRYTPTO-SPLIT SECOND INFINITE HALF=SUM-CIRCLE, TRIANGLE, SQUARE+1/0=1/3-=1=0=1-THE CROSS OF ILYEO-SINO-KOREAN
PICTO-GRAM-IDEOGRAPH-
I DREAMT THE TWILIGHT MORNING WITH MOUNTED WINGS
OF SKY AND SUNNE-SPLENDOR OF ILLUMINATION AND
RESTFUL LATE NIGHT-----
1. Houses of Pleasure and Prayer
Yashodara cloaked in scarlet
and purple robes, sunk her shoulders on
the oak chair, waiting for the counsel of
the Shakyamuni, others drunk on bitter
Merlot, and emaciated by fasting in the sands
of Egypt. Imprisoned by the broken mélange
of conversant, dialogistic locutions of
the midnight din in salons hosted by harpies
with aquiline postures, and of frozen caps of
ruptured aortas, febrile chimeras, of lethal
complexion, ravaged in domiciles of decadence
by men of leisure and learning, who claim to know
little about the schizotypal frequencies of delirium
and serial compulsions.
Dr.Withertree diagnoses the cancerous
lacerations of the mind and of the diseased
appendages amongst lawyers who practice
their craft in lodges offering their services
to daimon in House of Pleasure and Prayer.
Behold the quiescent geisha in powdered white
Dye and sucking her sakura red lips, waiting
For a casual massage and some rice wine,
And a photograph from a man of aberrant sympathy,
Who bought her bonds, sapphire, emerald,
And coral chains and rings.
Never did I wear it out of love, believing
That it would be taken from me. When
I dream, O lady, you do not breathe, but
Sleep by the fiery acacia fields and dream
of your lord, who enters the gate, never to return.
I plucked the lyre, while others danced on
the pavilion of tears. I rubbed her feet
and bid farewell. Jellied seal wraps of Turkish
delights, salt water toffee dipped in mineral
water and brine; here I visit the hearth and
and cities within palatial theatres of pain and ecstasy,
and found truth discarded,
a scented letter without a signature,
but a nameless image scribbled in cryptic brail,
black pearls lost in the belly of a whale,
Jonah spitting whiskey sours, and tempted
Through unendurable wounds, arousal,
and defection, in terra incognita of
forbidden, pale horizons, peremptory scales
of punctured convex lenses and cataracts:
Pusan, Bombay, Petersburg, Bangok, Berlin,
London, Rio de Janeiro, Hong Kong, Osaka, Paris,
Budapest, Dublin and New Amsterdam.
And mother asked, Peter, do you love me, little boy
Playing by the cleft of the windswept sea,
Set aflame by wailing, birth, death, and desire.
The joint set in the wrong socket.
The humpback dragon trading its wares over
Boxed lunches and dimsun with quail eggs
on the side.
The glass eyed elder, Mr. Kahn,
Recuperating from his illness arose from
his slumber with a livid taste of prune juice
on his blistering lips, and heard that they
sing a lullaby each to each, while licking
their glossy lollipops, and their chops,
blowing bubbles.
“The mermaids have their follicles burned
and their fingers glued to chairs. How with strident
voices, A minor, ring with sour and dull notes.”
Executives, rakes, merchants of ivory, elk horn trade
and white traffic sully the waters of pus and pungent
phlegm betwixt virginal lungs. Aurelius, mon ami,
did say that philosophy is about the stratagems of
plain dealing, vanity and death---
mine rather than yours.
I will await the letter of my confirmed
resignation, as it were my doomsday for the
appointed hour of renunciation and deprivation
of the pale night of fire, water, and wood,
and the cadence of thrashing metal
by the cedar trees, the gales blowing into
a deserted room during twilight with the fragrance
of incense and flan with a bowl of milk in fields
besotted with pestilence, plague, no less of remorse,
but of missing persons tormented by a sense of loss.
2. Bamboo Grove
She ask me when I was inebriated, if I wanted a trick.
A deva or a dragon lady playing on a video tape.
So I followed her to the apple orchard as a reluctant suitor
would, as she was bruised and wounded by thugs, who
doused St. Theresa’s parish with plum wine and gasoline
Under the asherah poles of pink lamps. And the burning walls
cried out: Deum, Deum, Deum, tamquam ignotum cognoscimus.
The burning red sun sunk into the crystal aquamarine sea as
a crippled cur in heat. Exhaled not the fumes, but wailed by
the bamboo grove and made obeisance to her gods in hidden,
desecrated sanctuary and shrine.
She, a fiduciary of ashes in cracked dust bin emptied
in skeletal tombs, a trifling heart of a headless, spotted pigeon
roasted with succulent rack of lamb, and the voice of sparrows
chirping in the night, deciphering accursed runes on the Silk Road
to vigilant monks traveling to the East.
3. Manacled Walls
Ever playful Lavinia, or that is what
she likes to be called, were she a citizen of Rome,
placed a courtesan’s bejeweled dagger beneath her
cloak, given to her by the heir of radiant emperor
masked in blue, she a captive to his sadistic kinsman.
The sovereign grew tired of teaching his generals about
the medicinal arts and military strategy. He thought
How would a ruler govern without laws that would
order a kingdom. Arguments and counterfactuals
would stir his thoughts on state-craft and power.
Law intervened but iniquity abounded.
She placed the sharp steel to my throat to listen
To the voice of the river, where I was submerged
In its miry depths and awakened by the avatars
of humble eunuchs howling with sublime joy on
a royal mat that offered wretched servants the
gift of freedom from the coercion of manacled walls
of discontent and slavery in castles of shadow.
So the wise old sovereign lit a candle in his chambers
and painted with his brush the pictogram of heaven,
and retired for the evening.
A corpse was found several days later by the shore
as the bewildered police erroneously reported it as suicide.
Murder had a special place in the minds of the guards
patrolling the palace walls. Intrigue and scandal would give
to rise in the ranks. Captain Ho rested at home
that evening, while the cat purred by the fire stove.
The shaman was consulted and the thought it was the
work of a powerful spirit, which had the force to destroy
young males through the medium of merciless warlords.
The stained imperial dagger was found, yet she had disappeared.
When meeting with her lover unescorted she was abducted by
bandits and sold to merchants.
5. Order of the Null-Set
The order of the null-set, withdrawal symptoms,
a call for reservation--temporality and death,
within and outside the boundary of reason---purifying
the designs of the heart, merry, obstinate, odious,
lugubrious and paranoiac, neglected and thrown
away by those in highERX2 places, condemned
not by their exercise of decision making, but by
the limit AND scope of human capacity under bondage
and crisis, duress, irresolution and interior discord
and trauma. Building great walls between
Lovers who can meet only on the eighth day of creation
between the Abyss of the Void
and fulfillment of desire.
And reticent, made aware of my infirmities,
aided by moments of conscience,
cognizant of its failings and its restlessness,
the rank ordered pair of pleasure and despair.
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THE SUN IN THE MORNING RISES AT NOON-MID EVENING
DAWN OF A NEW-NAE-TWILIGHT, BUT DUSK OF
MOON-LIGHT SUN-BY THE HISBICUS GROVE COURTYARD-
AZALEA GARDEN-GROVE-LOTUS BLOSSOM DOOR STEP-
IN TO FIERY MID-NIGHT MORNING SUNNE-
WHERE THERE IS NO TEARS LIKE THE RIVER SPRING FALL-
THAT HAS RECEIVED INTO BUENA SIMPATICA LACRIMOSA,
BY THE CLEAR STEAM OF MUD STREAMS-THAT IS LIKE
ATLANTIS DOME OF A PORTAL TO HEAVEN, WHICH IN FIND
THE SWORD OF DAVID, SS. PETER AND PAUL, AND ANDREW,
THE SWORD OF CHRIST, WHICH AS DIVINE INSTRUMENTS OF
HEALING, RESTITUTION, REPARATION, AND RESURRECTION-
TO THE SUN SETTING WEST, TO WHICH THE ORIENT TOUCHES
THE SKIES, AND BEGS IN MERCY AND LOVE, JUSTICE, MERCY
AND ALAS THE FINAL PEACE,. OF HEARTE BREAK, ANNIHILATION,
TO WHICH THE UNHEARD VOICE OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD-
CRIES OUT FRAGANT SWEET NAME, AND YOU WILL RIDES THE CHAMBERS OF THE ISLET DREAM OF GALAXIAL STARS OF JUPITER, NEPTUNE AND SATURN,
AND WHILE DREAMING OF NEW EARTH, YOU WILL MIGHTLY AWAKEN
AND AWAIT-CHARIOT AND FIRE HERALD THE WHAT WAS LOST, NOW
FIND, AN INVISIBLE KINGDOM OF HOPE, LOVE, AND PEACE,
NOW HERE IN THIS TIME, PLACE, EVERY PRESENT IN THE FUTURE,
AND MADE PERFECT THROUGH THE HOROSCOPE OF GOD’S MERCY,
AND LOVING “FOUNTAIN HEAD” AND FIGURE OF WHAT WE MAY EVER KNOW, BY EMBRACING WHAT IS REAL, AND NOT FALSE, OR KNOTTED
WITH LOTUS ROSE OF RESSURRECTION AND ASCENSION,
WE TRAVEL BEYOND THE INFINITE RADI, CIRCUMFERENCE, INFINTITE AEON OF TIME, SPACE, MATTER, AND NO LONGER RECUERDERE THE UNREAL-FAR BEYOND THE MILK WAY---
Richard S. Kim, FINAL REVISION + FRAGMENT CRYPTO-SUPPLEMENT FORM-
FINALIZED DRAFT VERSION-JULY 28, 2012-SATURDAY-3:03 P.M/ HARTSDALE, NY.
“Death of a Courtesan: the Lady unspoken for
by her consenting subjects”
My children are desolate.
---Lamentations 1
To
NB., C.C., M.G.,
B.L., J.L., L.T.,JIK,
AS, JK, BL,M.R. ML, DW, KSSK, BR, BYJK, HS, YSJK, JL, MSHL, VR, CR, GR,
B.L. CL. JPW, EM, KT, JRM, RLD, JH, AS, JR. MA-M, RS, MLM-D,
JHH, JTC, W.H., G.G., M.S., R.K., T.C. T.K..K, J.G. V. , RT, MA, J.R., T.T.
APKK, PC, GEE, HS, A.S., D.B., MW----------------------J******&M*****
J & jb-SK-S-jACK, AL, eRIC, dEWEY. eHRUN. bENNY. gABBY, aBRIL, jASON AND tERESA k. J.L.E ACRESS & M.B. T.N. ALWAYS- THE HONG FAMILY, LEE FAMILY, RAMAKRISHNA FAMILY, CHOI FAMILY, LIU FAMILY----A NY, F-VA============================//////]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
EXPANSE OF CRYTPTO-SPLIT SECOND INFINITE HALF=SUM-CIRCLE, TRIANGLE, SQUARE+1/0=1/3-=1=0=1-THE CROSS OF ILYEO-SINO-KOREAN
PICTO-GRAM-IDEOGRAPH-
I DREAMT THE TWILIGHT MORNING WITH MOUNTED WINGS
OF SKY AND SUNNE-SPLENDOR OF ILLUMINATION AND
RESTFUL LATE NIGHT-----
1. Houses of Pleasure and Prayer
Yashodara cloaked in scarlet
and purple robes, sunk her shoulders on
the oak chair, waiting for the counsel of
the Shakyamuni, others drunk on bitter
Merlot, and emaciated by fasting in the sands
of Egypt. Imprisoned by the broken mélange
of conversant, dialogistic locutions of
the midnight din in salons hosted by harpies
with aquiline postures, and of frozen caps of
ruptured aortas, febrile chimeras, of lethal
complexion, ravaged in domiciles of decadence
by men of leisure and learning, who claim to know
little about the schizotypal frequencies of delirium
and serial compulsions.
Dr.Withertree diagnoses the cancerous
lacerations of the mind and of the diseased
appendages amongst lawyers who practice
their craft in lodges offering their services
to daimon in House of Pleasure and Prayer.
Behold the quiescent geisha in powdered white
Dye and sucking her sakura red lips, waiting
For a casual massage and some rice wine,
And a photograph from a man of aberrant sympathy,
Who bought her bonds, sapphire, emerald,
And coral chains and rings.
Never did I wear it out of love, believing
That it would be taken from me. When
I dream, O lady, you do not breathe, but
Sleep by the fiery acacia fields and dream
of your lord, who enters the gate, never to return.
I plucked the lyre, while others danced on
the pavilion of tears. I rubbed her feet
and bid farewell. Jellied seal wraps of Turkish
delights, salt water toffee dipped in mineral
water and brine; here I visit the hearth and
and cities within palatial theatres of pain and ecstasy,
and found truth discarded,
a scented letter without a signature,
but a nameless image scribbled in cryptic brail,
black pearls lost in the belly of a whale,
Jonah spitting whiskey sours, and tempted
Through unendurable wounds, arousal,
and defection, in terra incognita of
forbidden, pale horizons, peremptory scales
of punctured convex lenses and cataracts:
Pusan, Bombay, Petersburg, Bangok, Berlin,
London, Rio de Janeiro, Hong Kong, Osaka, Paris,
Budapest, Dublin and New Amsterdam.
And mother asked, Peter, do you love me, little boy
Playing by the cleft of the windswept sea,
Set aflame by wailing, birth, death, and desire.
The joint set in the wrong socket.
The humpback dragon trading its wares over
Boxed lunches and dimsun with quail eggs
on the side.
The glass eyed elder, Mr. Kahn,
Recuperating from his illness arose from
his slumber with a livid taste of prune juice
on his blistering lips, and heard that they
sing a lullaby each to each, while licking
their glossy lollipops, and their chops,
blowing bubbles.
“The mermaids have their follicles burned
and their fingers glued to chairs. How with strident
voices, A minor, ring with sour and dull notes.”
Executives, rakes, merchants of ivory, elk horn trade
and white traffic sully the waters of pus and pungent
phlegm betwixt virginal lungs. Aurelius, mon ami,
did say that philosophy is about the stratagems of
plain dealing, vanity and death---
mine rather than yours.
I will await the letter of my confirmed
resignation, as it were my doomsday for the
appointed hour of renunciation and deprivation
of the pale night of fire, water, and wood,
and the cadence of thrashing metal
by the cedar trees, the gales blowing into
a deserted room during twilight with the fragrance
of incense and flan with a bowl of milk in fields
besotted with pestilence, plague, no less of remorse,
but of missing persons tormented by a sense of loss.
2. Bamboo Grove
She ask me when I was inebriated, if I wanted a trick.
A deva or a dragon lady playing on a video tape.
So I followed her to the apple orchard as a reluctant suitor
would, as she was bruised and wounded by thugs, who
doused St. Theresa’s parish with plum wine and gasoline
Under the asherah poles of pink lamps. And the burning walls
cried out: Deum, Deum, Deum, tamquam ignotum cognoscimus.
The burning red sun sunk into the crystal aquamarine sea as
a crippled cur in heat. Exhaled not the fumes, but wailed by
the bamboo grove and made obeisance to her gods in hidden,
desecrated sanctuary and shrine.
She, a fiduciary of ashes in cracked dust bin emptied
in skeletal tombs, a trifling heart of a headless, spotted pigeon
roasted with succulent rack of lamb, and the voice of sparrows
chirping in the night, deciphering accursed runes on the Silk Road
to vigilant monks traveling to the East.
3. Manacled Walls
Ever playful Lavinia, or that is what
she likes to be called, were she a citizen of Rome,
placed a courtesan’s bejeweled dagger beneath her
cloak, given to her by the heir of radiant emperor
masked in blue, she a captive to his sadistic kinsman.
The sovereign grew tired of teaching his generals about
the medicinal arts and military strategy. He thought
How would a ruler govern without laws that would
order a kingdom. Arguments and counterfactuals
would stir his thoughts on state-craft and power.
Law intervened but iniquity abounded.
She placed the sharp steel to my throat to listen
To the voice of the river, where I was submerged
In its miry depths and awakened by the avatars
of humble eunuchs howling with sublime joy on
a royal mat that offered wretched servants the
gift of freedom from the coercion of manacled walls
of discontent and slavery in castles of shadow.
So the wise old sovereign lit a candle in his chambers
and painted with his brush the pictogram of heaven,
and retired for the evening.
A corpse was found several days later by the shore
as the bewildered police erroneously reported it as suicide.
Murder had a special place in the minds of the guards
patrolling the palace walls. Intrigue and scandal would give
to rise in the ranks. Captain Ho rested at home
that evening, while the cat purred by the fire stove.
The shaman was consulted and the thought it was the
work of a powerful spirit, which had the force to destroy
young males through the medium of merciless warlords.
The stained imperial dagger was found, yet she had disappeared.
When meeting with her lover unescorted she was abducted by
bandits and sold to merchants.
5. Order of the Null-Set
The order of the null-set, withdrawal symptoms,
a call for reservation--temporality and death,
within and outside the boundary of reason---purifying
the designs of the heart, merry, obstinate, odious,
lugubrious and paranoiac, neglected and thrown
away by those in highERX2 places, condemned
not by their exercise of decision making, but by
the limit AND scope of human capacity under bondage
and crisis, duress, irresolution and interior discord
and trauma. Building great walls between
Lovers who can meet only on the eighth day of creation
between the Abyss of the Void
and fulfillment of desire.
And reticent, made aware of my infirmities,
aided by moments of conscience,
cognizant of its failings and its restlessness,
the rank ordered pair of pleasure and despair.
II.1.2.3=E=E-M=S=PING YING-ALL FOR NONE, AND NEVER NONE FOR ALL-
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THE SUN IN THE MORNING RISES AT NOON-MID EVENING
DAWN OF A NEW-NAE-TWILIGHT, BUT DUSK OF
MOON-LIGHT SUN-BY THE HISBICUS GROVE COURTYARD-
AZALEA GARDEN-GROVE-LOTUS BLOSSOM DOOR STEP-
IN TO FIERY MID-NIGHT MORNING SUNNE-
WHERE THERE IS NO TEARS LIKE THE RIVER SPRING FALL-
THAT HAS RECEIVED INTO BUENA SIMPATICA LACRIMOSA,
BY THE CLEAR STEAM OF MUD STREAMS-THAT IS LIKE
ATLANTIS DOME OF A PORTAL TO HEAVEN, WHICH IN FIND
THE SWORD OF DAVID, SS. PETER AND PAUL, AND ANDREW,
THE SWORD OF CHRIST, WHICH AS DIVINE INSTRUMENTS OF
HEALING, RESTITUTION, REPARATION, AND RESURRECTION-
TO THE SUN SETTING WEST, TO WHICH THE ORIENT TOUCHES
THE SKIES, AND BEGS IN MERCY AND LOVE, JUSTICE, MERCY
AND ALAS THE FINAL PEACE,. OF HEARTE BREAK, ANNIHILATION,
TO WHICH THE UNHEARD VOICE OF THE KINGDOM OF GOD-
CRIES OUT FRAGANT SWEET NAME, AND YOU WILL RIDES THE CHAMBERS OF THE ISLET DREAM OF GALAXIAL STARS OF JUPITER, NEPTUNE AND SATURN,
AND WHILE DREAMING OF NEW EARTH, YOU WILL MIGHTLY AWAKEN
AND AWAIT-CHARIOT AND FIRE HERALD THE WHAT WAS LOST, NOW
FIND, AN INVISIBLE KINGDOM OF HOPE, LOVE, AND PEACE,
NOW HERE IN THIS TIME, PLACE, EVERY PRESENT IN THE FUTURE,
AND MADE PERFECT THROUGH THE HOROSCOPE OF GOD’S MERCY,
AND LOVING “FOUNTAIN HEAD” AND FIGURE OF WHAT WE MAY EVER KNOW, BY EMBRACING WHAT IS REAL, AND NOT FALSE, OR KNOTTED
WITH LOTUS ROSE OF RESSURRECTION AND ASCENSION,
WE TRAVEL BEYOND THE INFINITE RADI, CIRCUMFERENCE, INFINTITE AEON OF TIME, SPACE, MATTER, AND NO LONGER RECUERDERE THE UNREAL-FAR BEYOND THE MILK WAY---
