Finding Calvin pt. V - VI - I'se In Town, Honey (Updated 6/2)
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Finding Calvin Pt. V – The Golden Horde - VI - I'se In Town, Honey
Kerplunkled and cascaded
He struggled to breathe
Far from the insightful crenellations
And the marbling he struggled to see
Wavering the jagged abasement
The unordained allotted to be
He would go with the flow
Upon the once delicately weaved
But there would be hope
A wayfarer in white sheathed
A shepherd or an angel
Perhaps the one from Galilee
Calvin gave a javelin throw
An Olympian feat
Oscillating Pollice Verso
Riposted with smile refulging
While peering post facto
Ruminating bewildered estranged
Pondering the inside joke
Accompanying the refrain
Blindsided by wooded dome
Undulating underwater portaling
He'd come to the one to be stroked
If provided enough bread and jelly
But no bread could be thrown
And his hands were jelly free
But the beaver ambled and moaned
Sharing moments only seen on TV
Some would call it blind hope
Some interspecial empathy
For a beaver to assist a broke bro
When a broke bro was in need
But as its little paw strokes
Turned to feverish scratching
Calvin would quickly lose hold
And another of his dreams
But before he would go
Calvin stole wood for holding
That would keep him afloat
At least hopefully
But his tethering would not go
Caught between lodging unseen
Though he gave a good snag
No snag would set him free
It would keep him impasse'd
Jostle-free and free to think
Floating on the passive mass
Bellum omnium contra omnes
He caught a glimmer that would pass
As he stared into passivity
Across farm and boggy abides
AKA sundogs or stranger things
His gaze lingered like a spy's
Trying to fathom the passing thing
Was it help from upon high
Would it remain another mystery
But curiosity kills felines
Or at least this time would set him free
As the tethering would then snap
And he floated to the Open Sea
Flushed upon the glitter path
Its specular reflection of golden green
He peered a morphian Lovecraft
Perhaps the Sun's crepuscular seed
Was it absorbing what it lacked
And emanating what it seethed
Could it be the chasm he left
A cosmic being feeding to release
There it was again
That shining flying mysterious thing
Was it late or defining timing
And categories for the sane
Piercing the green sea brining
The hymen of the sea
Trespassing reliquarium's binding
The antediluvian silently weaved
Awaiting the Leviathan'd
Pining the dorsaling's identity
Immersed in death's shining
A crescenting crucifumarion believed
But Calvin was hooked
And hoisted aggressively
By men dressed in black
Driven by men dressed in green
Suddenly he's hearing music
Often heard on LMN or AMC
He'd panic if he had breath
For they raced towards the monstrosity
Approaching the sea hedge'd
A gigantic theatre screen
Towering a barge's flatbed
And accoutrements for functioning
And with the angling unkempt
And the view now galleried
It was clear looking back
What remained to be seen
For the Eldritchian past
Was but halo's shadowing
The golden hour's bereft
Was but golden hoarding unseen
For the giant sea Egg'd
Once black was now green
luminescing purple and gold
Upon the white hulls of royalty
Catching a sight of a Big Ben
And Mr. Berg conversating
Upon the yachts helicopter pad
With that shining mysterious thing
He was escorted to the deck
Where a small crowd waited patiently
And peering the empty niche'd
It was clear where he was to have a seat
Guided
in his warm blanket
Calvin was ushered to his seat
Staring into lettered soup
And assorted people he has yet to meet
No one dared to move
No one uttered a peep
As Calvin peered the noodling
The message was as clear as day could be
“CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSE”
Calvin was confused
Confounded statically
Was he to feel amused
A’roosed
Or rusiveillinglied
Lamington: (worryingly looks at Calvin) Zucresta, waffles, now.
Ajax Jersey’d Man: Ja, breng de wafels, Zucresta. I love waffles.
Said the cinnabar’d jersey'd man
Obnoxiously
Pining to the left of Lamington
But Lamington refrains
Maintaining his stalwart gaze
Cocksured
Crosslegged
For it may have been Calvin lime-lit
But It was Lamington’s center stage
Draped by a few of the tributaries
That floated atop the bay
And to his right a man plenaried
Overreaching sunlit canopy
Beyond plates of opulence
Swirling a tall glass of perhaps OJ
With maybe smoked eel or red herring
A smattering lacking sophomoric subtlety
Perhaps a Honing-Mosterd-Dillessaas
Or maybe it was a cherry or honey'd glaze
Such clouded Calvin's relevance
Submerged in his catatonic reasoning
Siddling the Ajax man leans in and nods
Placing glass before Calvin’s panning chin
As the Ajax man sits he watched
Calvin sipping, spitting, then cringe
"It's good. It's good. Ja Augurkensap"
With tilted laughter sacrilege'd
Finally
With red, orange, and
lighter amberings
Zucresta arrived with ornate cutlery
And jellies, syrups, and waffles taut
A sunset pallet on serving tray
But something was odd
In fact quite off
pancakes, pancakes on every plate
Except for Calvin and his waffled array
And it framed the picture
Sutter Cane'd
With sudden sightings seen aloft
Piercing the backdropped orchestry
Enrapturing all attentions involved
Enlightening dark pupilings
So attentive all sat and watched
Little dark seeds in dormancy
While the marooned cat sat atop *
The unknown waiting on eskied
The roaring, clamor, and jarring screams
Overshadowed
Dialectical pondering
As what was is
Has been seen reframed
And from the mouth of madness
Calvin's laughter reigned
Woman: Nu komt de aap uit de mouw…
Ajax Jersey’d Man: Jammer. Bijna gehaald. Helaas pindakaas
In sunnies, cossie, and bronzant
A 9.5 she would stand
Crescenting OJ and croissant
She sat beside the jersey'd man
Watching the sun-screened-strunged plot
With expression Europanned
Amid a sea of the Goldie lock'd
She was the pearled that would never land
Outro:
It seemed the best of time
Overshadowing the worst of time
None portaging
All made at sea
It was the maritimed
Bathed in the sun sublimed
While the overlooked
Landed convergionously
Here's what happened in a nutshell:
- he sees a meandering dorsal fin
- he is escorted past a giant barge with a giant movie screen entertaining very wealthy men and women
- he is served alphabet soup
- he receives a substitution of waffles after displaying confusion
- he seems to have an emotional breakthrough of sorts while everyone watches whatever is unraveling on screen
Was it really Ja Augurkensap?--or was it really adrenochrome or urine? I mean, I sip pickle juice and I don't cringe.
I usually don't clarify subtext, but Big Ben and Mr. Berg references the exploitation of the Jews by England during the reign of King John (also alluded to in 4-2, Collaterhole).
***More refined readers that lack nuance could certainly critique the Aussie elements as out of place, and that's a fair criticism. However, I really wanted to incorporate Aussie elements. Who knows?—Maybe
she’s an Aussie that speaks Dutch!--Or maybe the language is
implying some other connection. Perhaps the cat.....Get it: marooned functions as both a color and a situational status (Once again, I have to reveal subtext to avoid offending those given a voice.).
Further, when I first magically came up with the broad strokes of the yacht scenario, I wanted her to have some genetic relation to Lamington, but as the details came together, I abandoned the idea. Still, I liked the verbiage so I kept it. If it uncrunches your sensitive panty line, unwedging it from you pedantic prim p******, it will take priority upon revision. But for now, I will keep it. Besides, Europeans are prone to speak several languages, and Australians are almost European, so who knows!
***Addenduum: I apologize for my vulgar elaboration, but it's hard to always be the better man. I suppose I still have a lot more to learn during my tutelage. Still, regarding the material, just look at recent history, have I ever steered you wrong? I will leave my mark of immaturity as is to my show my authenticity as a human being, and to see how far I have come as a person when I look back later upon this kerfluffle. (And I will not revise the aformentioned, irregardless of what Gemini recommends. I like kerfluffle: I think it's fitting given the cat expose. #NewWordAlert)
Given the girthy narrative, it would be exhausting researching all the phenomena that parallel Fin The Mouth of Madness. However, there are key points worth mentioning.
1 - just like Calvin's storing and experimenting on his sweets, Mr lamington has an island to do the same (2-4 Berriers Believed)
2 - just like Calvin's jelly ritual with his cakes, Mr lamington has a jelly ritual with his friends. (Coup De Tarte; 1-9 The Color Purple)
3 - just like Calvin had his jelly team, Mr lamington has a team of his own (Lite Assembly)
4 - just like Calvin confined and integrated the cakes and pies with the baking sheet trays, Mr lamington and his team confined and integrated humans on the island and Calvin’s containermates for the hunt (Coup De Tarte – 10 The Order of Things; Berriers Believed; Lite Assembly)
5 - just like Calvin lies to his cakes. Mr lamington lies to Calvin, as seen with "I lied " (regarding the psychopath exploration in Berriers Believed).
6 - just like Mestuffstoplease and the Chef contrive behind the Caker's back, Mr Lamington and Mr Wellington do the same with Xao. (Coup De Tarte - 1, New Views, ?, ?; Finding Calvin Pt. 2 -
7 - just like Calvin changes the cakes with his jelly, turning them into jelly fiends, Mr lamington changes the animals, and, as far as we know, humans like Dave with his chip technology.
8 - like Calvin with his cakes, Mr lamington has yet to let Calvin down (Coup De Tarte when he introduces rice pudding into the cake mil,ieu) "have I ever let you down"
9 - like Calvin with his cakes Mr larrington empathizes with his creations (his cake champion verse cherry pie Coup De Tarte - The Cake-Pie Rapture; 4 -5 A Layering). Here we have to assume that to an extent Calvin has become a creation of Mr lamington's, if not a creation at least groomed to an extent.
Has Calvin become the cream cake, adorned with HBD and And 12-inch glitter-dipped candles surrounded by Cinnamon Buttercream—only to be sold away to a red hot date? (Coup de tarte,- Just Desserts and A Glossy Transition; 4-5 Light Assembly)
And so not a epigenetic counterpart, in the mind of the Jelly Man, there is an errie transpositional unraveling of his cake metaverse into real-world circumstances he's finding himself in.
I have a plethora of notes to sift before posting, but I wanted to be done with this part, as I am quite parched.
Did Calvin have a "put me in, coach!" adventure?
If so, did he just make his first big play? Are there more to come?--or is he really CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSE? #TBC
I suppose this in and of itself can be considered the ending, as long as Calvin eats his alphabet soup--and is served pancakes with the rest of the presitged. Visually, I imagine it a reunion quite like Gandalf getting giddy with hobbits at the end of LOTR #gettingjgiddywithit. Of course, it would still be kind of dark with the backdropped drama: but one man's breakfast is another man's dessert.
I think there's a good swath of personality differentiation: Mr lamington's brash hoity-toity sophistication, Sarah's wanderlust, Xao's caustic wisdom, Alice's New Age tutelage, and, of course, Calvin's multifarious personality afflictions.
Alternative Champion of the Universe overlaid music ending:
Blue lagoon still playing 6:10 mark-to 10 minute...(rope climb, semi fast tributary stream, rapids struggle, Jesus, struggles, open sea, jet ski rescue, yacht boarding, (perplexed look) alphabet soup, music stop) cork pop, cat (music stops) "would you rather have waffles--zucresta, bring the waffles for Calvin", cat again (Calvin maniacal laughter)
There could be a version of this where he slaughters many in the woods. This would be a scenic montage with Queen's Champions Of The Universe playing over the action, or, maybe presented as playing inside Calvin's head while he slaughters many. However, I do like the Lagoon inclusion and the Tom Cruise running sequence for the emotional depth it provides the scene, interrupted by comic relief, as seen with the river entrance and the beaver inclusion.
Possibilities:
Disappearance of the Lord in the hunt:
A. Unknown third party
B. Supernatural force in the tower
C. Calvin's hallucination
D. Calvin's hallucination plus what is not seen (from Calvin's perspective e.g. sinkhole)
E. Rewrite to have Calvin dethrone him
Tower:
A. It could just be an exploration with no host
B. It could be imagination plus exploration.
C. Or it is as written
Kidnapping:
A. Actually this I will wait to reveal. But there's more than one possibility.
If what Calvin experienced indeed were physical manifestations and not just delusions spawned from his mental illness, then perhaps whatever he survived he survived for a reason, but what that reason is will have to be discovered still.
Mysteries and questions:
Does Calvin fabricate antagonisms to propel him through hard times?
Did Calvin escape solely on his own volition? What could have happened if he had stayed?
What do you think Mr. Wuf and Julie were up to?--were they at a game?--A party? Did it really happen?
Did Calvin perhaps encounter a crucible or a christening?
Did Calvin win more than alphabet soup!?
It wasn't until I discovered the theme that I decided on the colors. So, I was researching as much as I could about what leads to atmospheric tinting. According to science, there's also Amber and copper to consider depending on Calvin’s proximity to the chasm and the gradient of the fulcrum.
Is Calvin's wingman underneath a mischievous copilot? Every Maverick needs his goose!
The man in the jersey could be a sort of fan of the dingle'd, if you consider that those within the dingle are gladiators (for very rarely were gladiators Roman). Though, it seems Calvin sought to change that with his Roman-esque infiltration, descending into the arena like so many of his historical betters.
Coup De Tarte Retrospect:
With this ending it seems that both could perhaps be true, as much has remained unexplored--even the very state of Calvin's metaphysical existence. For like his many pastry treats, he has perhaps found his way inside a belly where he will become a new magical being. (Ending possibility 1)
They are imaginary voices he's attributed to pastry treats and they are his religious followers as he fills them with his jelly. They have thoughts that intrigue him, and questions that challenged his jelly authority. Will Calvin find himself in a similar situation with ones higher still? #OnwardChristianSoldier
Regardless, the key is to get Calvin to the hunt. What needs to be chopped or refined depends on whether or not Mr lamington truly wanted to rehabilitate Calvin, foster him as a father-like figure, groom him to be something more, or just study him for a little while longer for personal satisfaction.
Beyond what is written these are the possibilities in my head:
The music chosen (Olexandr Ignatov - Lagoon) suit the champion of the universe Segue. Perhaps it's a redemptive moment in Calvin's personal journey before re-engaing with the world of others
I'm not sure what track would suit Lamington's rescue or Lamington's revenge, but there is a segue unexplored that has Calvin tricked by the horse, having him fight his way to the castle from the darkness. This would be the track chosen for such a visua l- Olexandr Ignatov - standing strong
Future possibilities: unknown, for the dingle is large and to many their home
If you eliminate much of the unspoken—excluding Calvin’s inner voice and/or narration, then the story transforms into something much darker. In fact I would say that it’s dark humor with sad subtext.
It wasn't uncommon for Hemingway to sit on a finished work for months, though I'm no Hemingway. Nor am I Charles Dickens, though I did try to pay homage in this series. In fact my writing style apparently has been more Emily Dickinson, according to Gemini, though indeed Charles would be intrigued and would want to explore my poetic collaborations further (also according to Gemini). The good news is that Gemini thought it to be more Lovecraftian upon analyzing Desservir, which has been my intent if you have been watching my Snaps. As you can see I tried to further amplify the influence in every entry.
This has been by far the hardest entry to comprise. Reconciling the science with the storical (new word!) and human survivability led me through loops beyond measure. The second most frustrating travail was finding meaning in the illusions, and tethering their visualization to the dual complexity of Calvin's reality.
It wasn't until I discovered the theme that I decided on the colors. So, I was researching as much as I could about what leads to atmospheric tinting. According to science, there's also Amber and copper to consider depending on Calvin’s proximity to the chasm and the gradient of the fulcrum.
If they all had pancakes, we are The Champions by Queen would be an idyllic choice, but with waffles there's incongruity, and therefore requires further narrative expansion.
Wizard of Oz parallels:
Like Dorothy, Calvin accidentally kills the wicked witch's sister—Barry, Sarah, and the commander. Like Dorothy Calvin is a victim of Revenge--peed on, hunt. Like Dorothy Calvin must make it back home through a mysterious land. Like Dorothy Calvin escapes monkeys—demonic forces in the woods and castle. Like Dorothy Calvin is praised by the city, or at least returns to the wizard (the yachts and/or Lamington)
The Garb:
Given the previous information in the text, the ram's wool represents the Persians, or Purrsians--as alluded to with the maroon’d cat at the end.
A little note: Remember, Calvin left the gold unicorn suit on the rock. I think we can presume that it was fitted to mark his Jew status, but what the intent was behind the fitting remains a mystery--as it could have been a playful jest or an ironic mark of approval by the undisclosed kidnapper (as God uses the foolish things of the world to shame the wise [but would he really use the wise things of the world to shame the wise--for why then would they be ashamed unless they were being fools. I'm just kidding.]). I suppose it could also be Lord Mortmain, Lamington, or the monks as well.
One person's trauma is another person's pun, so let's not dismiss the gravity of the situation for the joy that reading about it elicits. For the story emerging, both inside and outside, is rather bleak at times.. But I have a feeling there’s a sublime ending to be found somewhere!
I needed Calvin's haunting to be as disturbing as possible, and I think the movie references provide a mocksmanship and a horror that suit the demonic deconstruction of Calvin's character quite well.
I have in mind originality and I hope to execute upon it with very little cultural regurgitation; however, there's always the risk that The Simpsons already did it.
Note 9
What if Segue... What if Dave is not chipped. What if the chip was a misunderstanding... A joke on Calvin that he should not have shared, a joke that was between Dave and Mr lamington and Calvin, but is understood by Xao as a metaphor for important information-- maybe it's even just the location of the island, where something else is going on. And to keep Calvin in the dark, the joke is perpetuated and acts as a code for what Xao and the Chinese really wants of value.
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I don't have any desire to pursue the segue, but it is transformative without requiring a story alteration. The only thing that would need to change would be the animal sanctuary. Or maybe not 🤔
I believe that Cake Chronicles and my evolution since then is a sure indicator of originality. I invite you to look at my research history and prove otherwise...
*$* - Regarding one of those "little details I only discover long past"--I just made the connection while laying on my bed regarding lime-lit and Limelight. (C.F. 2_5 True Blue...But apparently I spelled it limlight. Doh.). If you understand the context regarding that entry's content, then you will understand what the word implies in connection within this entry. This is one of those little details that feels good writing it but you don't really know why, until you discover the broader connection. The extrapolation is fascinating and I wonder if I was the only one out of the loop with its circling.
Finding Calvin Part 1
Finding Calvin Part 2
The Golden Dream
A Master Unknown
Dessirvir'd
The Golden Horde
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