It can be really tough keeping up on blogs. I continually try and set aside time to get some good work in, but continually I find myself at odds with my planned schedule. Now I’m sitting here without proper internet and missing nearly all my books –loaning books to friends though rewarding in sprit, is devastating to my library- My room is freezing and that damn music from the other room. I am becoming Kinbote. Except I don’t have nearly as much to say. But here are a couple things despite my bloggers-block.

In one of my earlier posts I cited a common place passage simply because found the prose to be aesthetically beautiful. Little did I know I was straddling a black and white (red/green) contrasting, crevasse of Kinbotes consciousness. It is at this moment we are exposed to not only the reality of John Shade’s Killer, the intention therein, but more importantly the surreality of Kinbote’s mind. I also believe that this passage and solely this passage reflects kinbote’s acknowledgment of said surreality. It as almost as if we the reader and Kinbote himself are touching the void.

“He did not bring up, my sweet old friend never did, ridiculous stories about te terrifying shadows that Judge Goldsworth’s gown threw across the underworld, or about this or that beast lying in prison and positively dying of raghdirst (thirst for revenge)—crass banalities circulated b the scurrilous and the heartless—by all those for whom romance, remoteness, sealskin-lined scarlet skies, the darkening dunes of a fabulous kingdom, simply do not exist. But enough of this. Let us turn to our Poet’s windows (Page 85).”

This is Quixoteism in Nabokovian fashion. He knows it’s a fantasy! He is admitting that everyone around him (post murder) are saying these “crass banalities” -drab bitter bland truths- about Shade’s murder. They threaten his own realty thus exposing its vulnerability. He won’t come out with it completely but we are exposed to the abyss. We sit upon the event horizon. I guess I am wrong to be critical and I don’t mean to be if I seem so, because even if Kinbote is crazy among other things. I still haven’t decide whose world I like more. Which one I’d like to subscribe to…those sealskin-lined scarlet skies seem to call to me. I know that with the Don I wanted the road to go on forever, so the party would never end. And this party’s just starting to get rowdy.

For anybody who likes the Highwaymen (Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, and Wallen Jennings) this is a link to the song The Road Goes on Forever and the Party Never Ends the only thing that plays this has a stupid stick figure movie but it’s still wicked cool.