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Schlemiel Gaucho Quotes
Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
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Schlemiel Gaucho Quotes
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“Yes. That’s right. Don’t be so judgy. I am politely interacting with
the hermeneutics-of-suspicion minds of the Carcosa dwellers, embedding the superstructure of the blatherings with base corruptions, presenting forms concealing reality, floottering reflexes and
echoes of other determining forces that do fundamental work in
manifesting any real social change.
And the susceptible dwellers are always down for discussion,
which I appreciate to no end.
And the ideology of the nineteenth coming from minds like Nietzsche, Comte, Kant, Marx, and Hegel was analyzed in the twentieth century by minds like James, Freud, and Jung, and then that
analysis of nineteenth century ideology was itself critiqued in the
twenty-first century, the age of hyperprofilicity, and that critique
of the analysis of nineteenth century ideology metamorphosed into
a new type of cluster of ideologies and then into a steadfast adherence of the pseudoscientific theory of the critique of the analysis.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
the hermeneutics-of-suspicion minds of the Carcosa dwellers, embedding the superstructure of the blatherings with base corruptions, presenting forms concealing reality, floottering reflexes and
echoes of other determining forces that do fundamental work in
manifesting any real social change.
And the susceptible dwellers are always down for discussion,
which I appreciate to no end.
And the ideology of the nineteenth coming from minds like Nietzsche, Comte, Kant, Marx, and Hegel was analyzed in the twentieth century by minds like James, Freud, and Jung, and then that
analysis of nineteenth century ideology was itself critiqued in the
twenty-first century, the age of hyperprofilicity, and that critique
of the analysis of nineteenth century ideology metamorphosed into
a new type of cluster of ideologies and then into a steadfast adherence of the pseudoscientific theory of the critique of the analysis.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
“The outpost is called Iggnïs. The monks, just like the rest of Sacrum Regnum Ex Tempore, are not Christian like the rest of the
kingdoms of Europe. We practice a religion known as Ecclesia
Improvisa or The Unforeseen Church, a religion from what Dr. Z
gathered in his travels invoked an entity known as Par’hypono’ian
through a method Z said looked exactly like the modern improv
comedy theatre technique of Yes-And-If-Then.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
kingdoms of Europe. We practice a religion known as Ecclesia
Improvisa or The Unforeseen Church, a religion from what Dr. Z
gathered in his travels invoked an entity known as Par’hypono’ian
through a method Z said looked exactly like the modern improv
comedy theatre technique of Yes-And-If-Then.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
“Physis (Emerging-Abiding Sway), yes that’s the oink thing’s
christian name, the café’s semi-official mascot, philosophical provocateur, and occasionally extradimensional notary, chose this
exact moment to poke his head, feathered, contemplative, and
faintly iridescent, through the bead curtain that separated the main
patio from what the proprietor called the “Reflexology Lounge,”
but which was, in truth, just where they stored the broken espresso
machine and three cursed stools. Physis tilted his head, blinked
once, slowly, as if absorbing not light but context, and let out a
warbling honk that echoed like a misremembered thesis defense.
He was, as ever, the embodiment of that which emerges and then
stubbornly, inexplicably abides.
And then, as mysteriously as he had arrived, he withdrew.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
christian name, the café’s semi-official mascot, philosophical provocateur, and occasionally extradimensional notary, chose this
exact moment to poke his head, feathered, contemplative, and
faintly iridescent, through the bead curtain that separated the main
patio from what the proprietor called the “Reflexology Lounge,”
but which was, in truth, just where they stored the broken espresso
machine and three cursed stools. Physis tilted his head, blinked
once, slowly, as if absorbing not light but context, and let out a
warbling honk that echoed like a misremembered thesis defense.
He was, as ever, the embodiment of that which emerges and then
stubbornly, inexplicably abides.
And then, as mysteriously as he had arrived, he withdrew.”
― Schlemiel Gaucho: An Improv Comedy Magick Grimoire
