Monday 15 October 2012

                          Jean Hackman sums it all up for us in telling us how it is                    

In  The Transmogrification of Souls,  the minimalist-symbolist  Sony (Noys) Metelink   pictures
Kelostemy Inn  as   a  DeadFest ,   something akin to Comfort Inn on a cold November night 
in Etruria,   somewhere near Stoke-on-Trent.
This helps us no end in our understanding of actual, unfolding events at  Kelostemy Inn.

In   The TransmUgrification of Soles,  the minimalist-maximalist  Kolee ?Ynnit (Ms)  depicts
K.I.  as       a plaice full of fashial makeovers on fish . . and a lode of old kobblers to boot     ! innit /?
This helps us not a jot in our understanding of anything at all. 


In truth,  The Inn is a place stocked full of failed suicides.
People who have failed in Death just like they have failed in Life.
Except of course they haven't failed completely, or they would't be at  The Inn  now.
Somehow (and eventually) one of their suicide attempts worked;  Death triumphed,  et ! voila
Thus we must take Pastor Henry Frog's so-called  10/12 Revelation  with a big pinch of salt
and see it simply as a smokescreen.
Let's be perfectly blunt !  There hasn't been an  EndoftheWorld  in the outside world
any more than there's been a SurvivalSpin  inside  The Inn.
No, it is not as simple as that   !  You don't get off the hook that easily


For as much as many (in the outside world) believed that the world had indeed ended so many moons ago,
or hopefully would end as soon as possible,    or, in the case of neither, was as good as ended anyway,  somehow alive-yet-dead,   what was going on inside  Kelostemy Inn  was a  Beginning-of-sorts, 
a renewal ,  a Life after Death  if you like.
So the Pastor's wholegrain lie contained a halfassed truth - in that the  dead soles  (sic)   now inhabiting
The Inn  lived up to the  10/12 rule  in so far as they numbered 1,012   asnearasdamnit  
 and their 12-lettered names shared the same 10 letters, if not necessarily in the same order.
And it just so happened that overseeing this mishmash squad of such squalid deceased were
(in no especial order)  PHF,  Jean Hackman,  Koo's Head,   The Doc,    (TheKammerleg),  JurgenKlinsman'sVolkswagen  (to name but several.)
And these, in a formal sense, just happened to be still alive.
The deadsouls, on the other hand, were anything but (alive);  their suicide deaths had happened at the same time that they were presenting their own creative material ; for they were all poets, in an informal sense.
There is of course a further, curious coincidence to mention here:  Irrespective of how many goes they had at ending-it-all,   all of the final (and successful) suicide attempts involved  jumping  in some way.
And all the  jumpers  - yes, all of them -  were heard reciting an example of their work in the act of jumping.
Well, if they weren't heard as such, then it goes as read that they were indeed speaking such words.
In this regard, you'll just have to take my word for it.

Hope this helps


JH





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