booklisting (and other rants)

So summer. i finished on the road, finally, after it has been lying dormant for months. oh a novel, must i read any more novels again after this, i thought, but went through it nevertheless, after skipping countless dinners, train rides, plane rides, and so on, and so forth. don’t think i’m going to read any more of his works after this. All this Dharma/Tao/Zen/Buddha thing going on between Salinger and Keroac and Hesse is really too predictable a path for them, anyway. Eastern Mysticism. I’m bored to tears (now). I have nothing more to extract from them but fragments of shady universal truths. Dismissal. How terrible of me.

Then Saramago, which is an excellent way to actually tediously study the things happening around you in a very sedentary manner. dissociation from reality in order to idealize/idolize your fantasies. poor Ricardo Reis. what a terrible fate. A Marcenda is a passive Tereza.

Danarto. Aaah, Rintrik (among the countless others) is possibly the most visual poignant meaningful short story I have ever read in my entire life.

Borges is impossible to read. nuff said.

can’t read anything inside the house anymore. only shariati, the only truly wonderfully useful thing to read with natural ease which reminds me i need to write down the name of the book he always quote from from every single one of his lectures. yes yes yes. you see, i have no one to talk to on this. not that i haven’t tried, mind you, but they either don’t read that much, don’t care, uninterested, or more admitting-ly, i’m the one who’s afraid of the ones who have really discussed them. 

but is there really a need to communicate, after all? all these book discussions and book clubs, talking about people and books and not about it in themselves. a very short introduction on the KOMSAS side of things. i guess it helps for the masses. aih, no more belittling people, maisarah. it is futile. distancing yourself, settling on establishing differences between you and other people is actually stupid. goodbye Jung, goodbye Kiersey, I have moved on.

let’s talk about the quadrant. now there is something inherently interesting about the number four. in terms of personality –  that is from Jung’s Sensing Thinking Feeling Intuitive dominances, the archetypes, to the ancient Hippocrates’ Humors, the Pleghmetic, Choleric, Melancholic, and Sanguine, and even in Ghazali’s typing of The Seekers;Theologian-SPs, Batiniyyah (Authoratives, maybe?)-SJs , Philosophers-NTs, Mystics-NFs. Also, there’s life, infancy, adulthood, maturity, and old age. and the weather – summer, winter, spring, autumn. interesting indeed. but what was i going to say? nothing, just pointing a fact of the four and how it all correlates into one big massive illumination. life is one big validation.

maybe i should write more, concretely. yes ye yes, perhaps, one day. for now (tomorrow), i need some signal processing to study.