Ktismatics

13 October 2011

Procession and Silesium

Filed under: Reflections — ktismatics @ 8:32 am

On my walk yesterday afternoon I found myself approaching two women walking ahead of me. Both wore broad-brimmed straw hats, held to the head against the brisk wind by a kerchief wound over the crown and tied under the chin. The two were walking in single file, with perhaps fifteen feet separating them. The second woman stayed on the concrete sidewalk, whereas the first woman walked in the grass parallel to the paved walkway. Their progress was slow and halting so I soon caught up with them. Rather than passing them by I added myself to their procession, staying about fifteen feet behind the second woman, who was very pale and who wore a heavy coat in the mild early autumn weather. Occasionally the woman at the front, whom I could now see was Asian, would raise one or both hands in the air and mumble something as if in benediction to the mountains rising sharply in the near distance ahead of us. Twice she stopped and knelt with both knees on the ground. When she did this the other woman and I both stopped and waited. We maintained our three-person procession until our pathway intersected with a road. Then the two women stopped, the leader grasping the hand of the other woman. She turned and smiled as I approached them. We exchanged hellos as I walked to the right along the roadway. About twenty strides later I looked behind me: the two women were still standing where I had left them.

About 3:30 this morning I got out of bed to write down something from a dream I had just had. I have the little square of toilet paper in front of me now, the purple ink distorted by the slash marks the pen nib made on a fragile surface not meant for being inscribed. “Silesium mud,” is what I wrote. To my recollection I had never heard this word before, so I googled it and found that it has two primary meanings. Silesia is a geographic area and an ethnic group that is currently part of  Poland bordering Germany and Czech. This region gave its name to the Silesian geological epoch, which dates from around 300 to 325 million years ago. I recall that I was using my bare hands for scraping up some Silesium mud, which was light colored and quite gritty, even partly crystalized, and placing it into a container. In the dream I had some sense that this mud was either rare or valuable.

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6 Comments »

  1. Before I read that it was ‘mud’, just viewing it I was instantly reminded of ‘redrum’.

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    Comment by illegal dances of new york city — 13 October 2011 @ 7:10 pm

  2. It is a rather menacing looking scrawl as displayed here, although the actual piece of tissue is of course fragile and small. Something one writes while half-asleep taps into unconscious strangeness. I just held it up to the mirror and the writing looks Hebraic.

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    Comment by ktismatics — 13 October 2011 @ 7:33 pm

  3. It’s a palindrome, obviously, ”Muiselis dum”, which in ancient Lebanese means ”I wanted to fuck both those women, but I don’t like Asian, so my guilty superego wanted to erase my guilty white suprematist conscience with a napkin.”

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    Comment by parody center — 13 October 2011 @ 11:51 pm

  4. Clearly somebody is dum here.

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    Comment by ktismatics — 14 October 2011 @ 12:10 am

  5. Or maybe you were just having a postponed reaction to the ”dumb Muesli” you ate the previous day? Strange are the ways of the Unconscious.

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    Comment by parody center — 14 October 2011 @ 12:18 am

  6. You’re as dum as a bowl of museli, but nowhere near as healthy.

    It looks like it says “slush mud”, with some pen line missing, due to the pen perforating through the tissue.

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    Comment by W.Kasper — 20 October 2011 @ 5:06 am


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