Finding Calvin Part V - II - Primi'd, Passi'd, Pizzelle'd (Updated 1/22/26)

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

***For this entry I will astrix any corrections and note it in the title with date

Finding Calvin Part 5 - II - Primi'd, Passi'd, Pizzelle'd

1

Cascaded by white shafted blued Parian 

Peering onto the masonry's feat 

Grazing on the magestrically austerion

Beyond the far- and ill-sighted bequeathed

2

Pondering the alighted and the aerian 

And how many others came there to see

Pressed and prodded by unseen carrion

He doubted the many remained there to be

3

Whether Boethian or Manchurian

He wondered beyond crevice and its sleeved

Where woozels, wurzeles, and whispering

Found avian, avarian, or Alfarian company

4

Considering the omnifarion 

And the shadowed that needs upkeep 

He retraced the specular luminarion

Ascending innate foreign curiosities

5

Remembering the cherubarium 

Passing oilettes in sun sheathing heat

Trespassing Cruciformaerions

Beyond antechamber and lordly study

6

Weathering Leonian or Luciferian 

Coffers, cupboards, cartooned tapestries

All Embraced the projected canarian

Indicating youthful intellectual curiosity

7

Transient sickly gilded antiquarian 

Venetian fondamenta self-perceived

L'atto della credenza'd planetarians

Selves-assisted by tinted Mercury hatchlings

[Venetian Mirror]

8

Adjacent the gilded ovalarion 

Credenza with vessels and ivory figurines 

The Lord an esoteric and storied lunarion

Geomancy ordered, expected, and believed

9

Peering out the insplayed quadralarion 

Descending conifers sunlit overseen

Foregrounded by stone embracing levarion

winch or windlass to his own understanding

10

Perusing credenza's locker vivarium

Lord's a bestiarian from what he surveyed

A gilded curator's reverium

With feral dances speculatively splayed

11

Readjusting the engraved's ocularium

To find what's behind their gilded stollid gaze

The Lord too a gentleman and also a baron 

Linens and weapons resting in same space

12

A shadow passed in gilded peripheriarian

He suspected the stranger known to keep face 

A Tacitus, a taunter, a tactarian

What could he be planning with opportunity

[Passing reflection in the mirror]

13

Calvin pauses and stares for Venetian peregrine 

Beyond the gilded distorting anglings

Hoping that barons feared the barbarian

For he would hate to go without wine and munster cheese

14

Calvin: good morning...You wouldn't happen to have scissors, would you? (Using a conciliatory roomed appropriate tone of voice)

15

With plan tiered he crafted there within

Stacking linen, Wurfkreuz, and terried strategically 

Condensing them in cauldron Parisian

At least surmised from Rococoian asymmetries

16

With complements in cauldron's carrying

He finds the s-hooked and its fetching's binding 

Stacking cauldron in fetching pale Matryoshkian

With sunlit minding he follows where it feeds

17

Watersheded burns to dark tributaries

He transvesces till he likes what he sees 

Berry bushes and treeline plenary

Replete with varied foraging opportunities

18

Finding a large rock to put down his carried

He bared himself for the trickles received

For tributaries are known to be merry

Cascading what they need to relieve

19

With self unsuited and now unmurried

Lying between rock and golden binding *

Contemplating the season's late turning 

And why there's an Indian summer in such forestry 

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And why's there an occultic Manchurian

A ghostly, a priestly, a vampiric being

And why is he prepared and seemingly currying 

And what is his dessert and wingman fantasies

21

Then Calvin ponders the berries flourishing 

In their deceptive yellows, their whites, and their greens

Besides black there are no ovaries nourishing

Especially not reds overcrowding seeds that they need

22

With voluminous green linen vanishing 

He finds lined bushes and conifered verdantry

A mole on a mole mound scurrying 

and ants below conscientiously weaved

23

Calvin: Round, fair, and considerate are they (musingly considers)

24

He hears a whipping, a whooping, a whisking

From the above golden phallus'd being

Unharassed it does the harassing 

From privilege, merit, or hereditary ranking

25

He watched its erection above curiously 

Towering the below and their subservient feet

He watched it land most flurriously 

With deft-toned precision in dense greenery

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In time the foraging became cursory

And soon the one would meld with the three

Hazelnuts, pine needles, and blackberries 

Prioritizing his need for vitamin c

27

He found a streamed rock complementary

Scouring the far below dingle'd vale scene

Cracking, counting, culling accordingly

Pocketing the wet for future deshelling

28

He traced the tributary channelings

And their reticulating through conifered maze

Then he pondered the dingle's shadowing

And how the far-off hill accelerated its pace

29

Retreating with seeded uncertainties

To the unknown and crenellated crag

Considering the Lion's share for offering

Until finding a Sequoia'ish harboring an egg 

30

He thought what a gift for his patroning

If only I could give it when he eventually came

Though the tree's fissure was thick and accompanying

He could not reach it with arm nor with leg 

31

Perhaps he could offer his blackberries 

He thought while continuing on his way

Then he saw a grand substitutionary

A lying sheep only 20 ft a pace 

32

With pale rested and cross-fitted visionary

The sheep was tasked for yet a greater taste

With Wurfkreuz and missionaries heraldry

He barely quivers for the sheep staid in place

33

Alas an intruding intercessory

A raptor, a predator, a bird of prey

How dare this privileged flewzy tarry

To thwart his gift and beneficing pageantry

34

He approaches with a weening barbarosity

Reflecting on feelings he has yet to prostrate 

And wondering why it lied so hobbleously 

What contraction came thwarting its consuming

35

He examines the corpse cautiously 

A gaping tri-clawed across its chest plate

Clearly not imparted for consumptive harvesting

And the ravine'd too big for competitive play

36

On the first encountered of its gaped spawnings

He placed it on the trivet in hearth's vacuity

And in darkness it waited below hanging crane 

Eager for the capable's ironed leveraging 

37

Placing pale and cauldron on crenellated plane

He returned back to sheep and ambling light

But shadows shifted and time eventually waned

So he examined floor by floor in apprehensive plight

38

Hoping for the wine and the munster again 

Absent nausea on that sour dour night

From top to bottom the fleeing ambling  

But at the bottom held a promising sight 

39

A shimmering gold lustered Parian  

Imbedding beckoning beyond one's requite 

What the brownstone received it condensed and reframed

Projecting and refracting on marbelous rind

40

Traversing limestoned de-gradienting

Through the illumed to foreshadowed divide 

For the browning became a blackening 

Now obscured by light greater behind 

41

Calvin aligns eye to crevice and to sleeve

Hoping to see what shines forth from behind 

Only a shimmering and unknown believed

As he recalibrates with ear to thought chimed

42

A muttering, a murmuring, or perhaps now Ménière'd

He's distracted by the crawling chamelish kind

As the gecko crosses fingers momentarily peered

And into its opalescing or iridescing green gold eyes

43

Reattuned and remitting it has now appeared 

The mysterious phonetic undivined

But the revelating was ill-waited and a queer

Casked and masquerading a mocking repetwined

Meooorowwwww, Meooorowwwww, Meooorowwwww

44

Suddenly gold Parian turned to shadowing 

With half the sleeve semi circled too

The occlulent waited to Calvin's frustration 

Unenduring he abandoned the unknown cooped 

 

(Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Resounded as he fled)

45

Insulated, insulted, and embarrassingly inflated 

For humiliation is more tolerable than doom

Wiith back to the abasement 

Amid the crenellated he waited

Embracing the varied matriculated horizon'd hued

46

Constipated with consternation

Consuming nuts to his amazement 

Counting the layered waverings and arranged points of view

He wondered how many would make it

Despite harried levied arrangements 

And how many became just and how many ill attuned
(reflecting on the varied hilltops)

47

Dozing off while tributary tracing 

Sipping his blackberry and pined adjacent

He notices where the forest became two

Where the leaves becoming nascent 

Lost preference to the antiquated

And the dewberry met the ever-light absorbing spruce 

48

During the hemispheric contemplation 

Far past twilight's ovulation

A visitor not known would soon come to

It paired him with emulation

Peering the dark dividuation 

And just observed without its ordinated

"who, who, who"

(Sharing the hazy moonlit gaze into the darkness Calvin feeds it a few deshelled hazelnuts)

Calvin: how many do you think made it? 

 (No response)...

proverbs are like peaks I suppose. 

Owl: ​Der Schleier Wird Dünner

49

A tumultuous, tempestuous, tenuating

Roared through moonlit wavering tenebrating

As a dark emergence would tidal treetop view

Masticating its occupated

Perhaps the occupited sat and waited 

For an opportune time to clear the sturdy of the loosed 

(Suddenly Calvin would wake to cauldron in lap and no owl accompanied and halted subconscious murmuring)

50

Contemplating counting sheep 

and wondering where they could be

He took a sip from his pinned and berried brew

He pondered his darkened dream

And it's etymology 

And wondered if dreams really do come true

51

In a bright momentary treat 

He saw what could not be believed 

Something overlooked among its canopied troupe

It was two towers and in between 

Perhaps a portcullis with golden gleam 

But in shadow colors don't always scatter and recoupe

52

The next day he found a wooden seat

After eating ponderously 

Contemplating foraging, the below, and far-off viewed

He sat reluctantly

And self-pittied for unmet seen

Until a voice would come calling reattuned

 

"Die Daumen Drücken"

53

Not understanding the voice received 

But perceiving mockery

He ascends to the Lord's chamber and storied retinue

To sift a coffer intuitively 

Finding a black wool mantle to be received 

And mounted spear in ebony and tipped golden hues

"Eidechsenkiller"

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Cataloguing the mystery

As a double dutchery 

He finds jewelry of enigmatic acidic hues

With black, red, yellow, and green'ish sheen

Wavering rays and opal's opalescencing

He found it enchantingly and befitting a great duce

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Now with gold becoming green 

Perhaps green is the waiting seen *

He just has to prepare for the journey he'd choose

With the idea and setting scene

He heads for foraging 

And afterwards scopes the most straightforward'ish route

56

Finding branchless pillaries

In a depressed dingle's Schlieren'd heat  

Far above he peered their ever-slanting shoots

For with his cliff's declivity 

The goldened greened turned to darkest sheen

As the ravined swallowed the self-pruning and their youths

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With the obstacle in-between

He chose a tributary to be weaved 

As it provided the most reliable view 

He'll just have to weave the seen

Before the pressing shadowing

And all that in waiting under canopied is uncouped

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After comprehending q's and p's

He'd retreat to crenellated keep

But on his way he'd find curiosity's sober truth

For in the fissure's abandoning 

Still sat the egg for havening 

And with spear he'd have it come-to

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But turning the egg led to discovery 

And ravens raving wotanically

As the egg rolled forth awkwardly to his shoe

That the giant shielded no eggery

Perhaps skullduggery as the latter keeped

And the once thought egg is now known as expired youth 

60

Abandoning cadastral's mismanaging

Passing sheep hearth'd beyond papistry

He finds the rooftop planning the morrow's moves 

As he passes into sleep 

He awakens suddenly 

To a fox or woman whelping beyond the midnight view

(hearing a scurrying at the base of the towerscape he takes a peek. But little did he see but rustling and maybe little feet, but some mysteries will have to wait to be renewed)

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Bright and early he would wake 

Ready to make his great escape

But before grabs a more practical substitution

For cauldrons carry weight

Embedded beyond their brewing tastes

So a European bison horn was found a more sufficient solution

62

Descending where he came 

A great idea came into frame 

And he went to where the bucket had loosened 

And cut the twining string 

About 40ft accordingly  

Rethethering it for piercing communion

While walking away from the well escape Calvin Hears

"Fidnig Calvin" 

Turning abruptly Calvin javelins the bucket 30ft away knocking it down the well shaft and pulls the spear back to his side (A “Get over here” that many would fail to aptly time)

Calvin: "Il Duce ha sempre ragione."

I am going to put forth an unsynthesized plethora of notes. Forgive the hodgepodge I will revisit and revise should I recover character.

General plot

-door, Lord's chamber, well, dark tributary washing, foraging

-calvin returns with gift but retreats

From the only light to be seen

And perhaps the tunic'd man with wine and cheese

- considering the correct path he makes the decision to pursue the castle atop the hill in coniferred sheathed, as opposed to waiting or venturing underneath.

- he equips himself with black wool cloak, spear, and questionable jewelry 

- he prepares for the journey 

-and he oversees a heated chasm and a shadowed Dingle he must weave 

-before descending he swaps The cauldron for the bison horn as the more portable option 

- he will now descend into the darker dingle's evergreens

For clarification, you should never trust a fruit based on color alone, as blue and purple are just as trustworthy as the blacks; however, thematically, black alone works on multiple levels for this entry and the next (And I imagine that it accurately reflects how Calvin feels--betrayed by the blues and purples perhaps, at least at this point on his journey 😞)

Trivia!

 How many images can the picture compose? Scroll to the bottom to find out!

Trivia! 

What could the Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm referencing be about? Scroll To the bottom for the answer!

So who is the tunic'd man?

Perhaps he's a spiritual companion or a supernatural host or something else? Is he the German?--The owl?--party to the murmuring underneath?  Is there some sort of A team B team thing going on.  Is Calvin stuck in the bitter, spiteful green pennied B-Team at this point?  While the mystery man gets the gold?  #Team

If it is him, his speech seems complimentary and advisory at times, but with an undercurrent of mocksmanship perhaps

(Will Calvin ever get RESPECT!).

Either way, Calvin is hearing German and speaks Italian--but does he understand them?

Speaking of the aforementioned, is Calvin just a fast learner and it is his psychosis just projecting? Indeed, for though he did ride the small bus, he does seem to be multi-abled. Or, perhaps he really has made a new friend—or friends. Chi vivra vedra!

After Calvin consumes the nut of knowledge, he sees the egg that in time becomes a skull (perhaps curiosity killed the cat). A forewarning perhaps, but in the wilderness what choice does he really have--but to follow the advice that is illumed and pre-planned?--A view greater still. 
***Perhaps there is a segued version where Calvin enters the brownstoned door, perhaps traveling underneath.  Or maybe just coming out of the unknown anew, at least beyond what can be seen.

Was the dream a taunting?--A warning?--A prodding to get him to stay or to leave? Or perhaps a persuasion?--To only travel the path that he flee'd? And does the visitor come in two?--does it come in three?--perhaps like The Great Oz, it is what you want to be believed. Or maybe this idea will be somehow interweaved.

Is The Shining, is Fight Club, is The Sphere lame? No. Therefore ruling out the possible amazingness of this story because some of it is possibly just in the protagonist's mind is a moot point. However I will indeed try to approach it from all aspects providing segues and endings suiting every approach--from the ridiculous to the ominous to the neutral and that in between.

Disregarding the jokes, The narrative is entertaining and will hopefully be coherent by the time it is finished. Consider the Wicker Man with Nicolas Cage. What others thought to be a serious portrayal was Nicholas Cage portraying an inside joke (in his own words). But because viewers and film crew only saw the story, all were unaware of his attitude and inner tuned (which was that of an inside joke). Thus so can it be with Calvin and his journey. With little tweaks and ignoring the humor unspoken, each alternative segue and ending will transform how the story is understood. The only answer that will be left is what Calvin do you want to perceive?

I think Calvin might have Stockholm syndrome.  

 It's called the fight, flight, freeze...or fawn. It seems Calvin has a tough exterior—so he is of the fawning variety for sure! I’m sure we will learn more about Calvin in the next couple entries!

Like Mussolini, will Calvin be thwarted by the mountain-dwelling Greeks? And if he fails with no Greeks to blame, does that mean he was the Greek all along?

Paraphrasing Aristotle, the instrument maker must make use of him who uses the instrument 

And as David wrote "The Lord says to my Lord: Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet."

So the question is who is Calvin's Lord? And is Calvin just the instrument?--if so who's making use of the instrument now?

And what was the murmuring about?

Is it distinct from the transient mark and foreign speech?

Integration: Sees, sees, dreams, hears, hears, thinks

Did you get the color integration and symbolism? You can only be an A if your A B!

Trivia Answers:

For clarification the image is...

- a towering sequoia'ish tree

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It's also a castle in the forefront of the green moonlight on the hill yonder, 

- it's also the gecko in the dark lit Castle Calvin creeps. It's also the pupil of the gecko 

- It's Cavin in his black wool mantle cloak

- it's also a dark flowing tributary. One of the many that Calvin traces.

It’s also the shadow emerging from the treetops

It’s also an ant reaching up to the sky—or to Calvin.

...And if you look really close, you might be able to see something else #A-Team? #BA

Crash Test Dummies rumination at the very end

*$* - 

Something I did not even realize when I was crafting this. He cuts the rope that once sustained (with Life giving water) now he uses it to kill (with a tether to his spear). Surely symbolic of his Gold to Green to Black transition. Remember the gold is still on the rock where he left it!   I just found that interesting. 

*$* I want to pay homage to Bloodborne but I'm not sure that's possible.  However, if I'm inspired then who knows.  There are many segues possible for the travels for such graphic depiction, but for my story it might have to have meaning relating to Calvin.  Still, such collaboration is possible with the various segues!

*$* Note:  For all past entries, please assume that whenever I use the word 'theatrical,' I actually mean 'cinematic.' My confusion stems from my lowbrow education and our frequent use of misnomers—such as using the word 'theater' to describe a 'cinema.' This was likely shorthand for 'movie theater,' but because a clear explanation was never provided, we didn't know the difference. And generations of the ignorant became the result #educate"

On a positive note, I'm excited to announce that I have recovered character and I'm in the process of sifting my notes for the picture that I would like to convey. It has taken a lot of research to blend the surreal with the scientific, the story with the thematic, and the mysterious with the known. But I think I am able to proceed with Calvin's journey and the entry should enter the composition phase by the end of next week, as there are still indeed a plethora of notes to preclude from the focus to be honed.  But...to be honest, no rush #Hakuna Matata