Samuel Scoville: The Ludic Frame

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

The Ludic Frame

The Ludic Frame

Abraham's name means father of faith & father Abraham
is father of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam . Abba &
Abracadabra: patronizing the patriarchy. and patrimony,
father fathering begetting begat begot. No ancient mom
would take her boy up the mountain and cut his throat
--a living sacrifice--because God said to.

Listen: obey. . .

Counter intuitive. To die for. Suffers in translation. I
don't mind making a a fool of myself to make a fool
out of you: Un-postponed joy. Martyr my reputation.
Sacrifice coherence. consistency & cultural integrity
a fool for crying out loud. Joy to the world: all the
boys and girls. .

My Heart of Darkness: The light (lucid luciferous) which
is darkness occludes the darkness which is light and I
can't SEE for seeing. It would take something LIKE an
immaculate conception or Goedel's theorem (news from
beyond) or/and getting hooked and hauled out of the
pond for me to see that I'm not seeing--and I STILL
wouldn't be seeing but at least I might could SEE that
I'm not seeing. That would be a good thing.

It's only been recently that I've become aware of my
solipsistic narcissism--and that I don't listen good: a
late boomer I confess. Knowing I am don't annihilate
that I am but it's still a good thing. Still solipsistic and
sealed in no doubt, but It may be impossible to be
Narcissistic if I know I am--only if I don't.

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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19^thc.

The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the Connecticut night...

For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both New York and Philadelphia papers. A former roommate in Philly called up Young Goodman Sam, inviting him down for a weekend gala: The Yale-Penn Football game. “You can take my sister Katherine, and chaperone me and my fiancé, he said.

In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.

Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to Philadelphia, escorted Katherine to the leather-helmet contest, fell in love, asked her to marry him. She did & they lived more or less HAP-ily ever after, generating a tribe of offspring who like wise generated in kind so that if it hadn’t of been for that bullet, well, it’s impossible to begin to consider how unimaginably different life-as-we-know-it would have been. No one can say.

For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.

(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)

The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville

Samuel Scoville