The Abyss of Radical Stupidity - R.K. Galvez (read me like a book .TXT) 📗

...The cynic in me concurs, having been on [unnamed site] for almost a decade, that I am sensing, almost with Jedi-like precision, that you are angling for a review of a book(s)?...I have not checked over your profile yet, so I do not know if you have any books that grace it, or if you are another bookless profile friend-collector...No offence meant there if either, of course...

...Alas, I will get around to perusing any tomes that you recommend to me, or any that you have published upon any known forum, including here; but I should warn you that I am quite averse to the tweeny-teen tropes of the werewolf/vampire variety...I have read so many of them in the past couple of years and, currently, with regards to this Hot Topic-boosting genre, enough is enough for me...

...I even had to laugh as someone on here, perhaps unknowingly, named their werewolf novel after an actual place in Milton Keynes [it's one of the few that remains a cracking read to be fair...]; though I am never short of an opinion, which the worth of could be viewed highly subjectively, my educated guess remains that many of these authors merely want some free editing pointers...Private comments are appreciated, though I did hundreds of reviews on another, now folded,book site and left many public comments there, which were rated by the author on this other site, and you were lucky to get a couple of genuine comments back...However, there used to be an unwritten favour-bank on B***R**[...Can you guess what site it is yet?...] but that largely got abandoned some time ago...

...It is amazing really (probably unbelievably so to many teeny-tweenies) as this site used to be firmly for the adults, a predominantly erotica-based site; it has changed ever so dramatically in just a couple of years but, sadly, it has now succumbed to the same predictably banal commercial pressures alongside all the rest of the other bland lot of book sites...I guess it cannot be too bad to struggle on this long for an aggregator company like what this site really is...

...Of course, I genuinely wish you well, and I wholeheartedly encourage you in all of your literary pursuits, if at all applicable; and I hope this Yuletide has been one of merriment for you, and I wish you every happiness for the New Year...

...Peace to you for Love is Law,

Les Barloy

...The letter was utterly hopeless to an occult-inspired pop-pornographer [though Callum imagined that Les was using a Smith-Corona typewriter whilst sitting on a dildo that had been privately developed to ejaculate jelly-eggs into his sore rectal passage; the thrill of impregnation was well-documented, even on Vice...]...Callum slowly realized that he was not able to use this for any ritual; his semen had already formed constellations over it...

...However, he did get another sudden erection...He didn't think it too odd; it was still the Age of Aquarius, which only lasts two thousand years or so; Callum occasionally treated his penis like a trans-dimensional water-dowser...He liked all long dark tunnels and big black holes...He wanted to find out what made that queer Seer tick; Les was also kinky with ghost people...Callum secretly wanted to see Les Barloy in drag again...Would Barloy show him his space-ship?....Les called it something else...Callum wondered if he had a big one or a little one - he didn't mind a good riding; he could not remember too clearly when they had both hit the rocks...An attic full of toys and a broom-cupboard of blankets...Les told him he liked women, too, and he preferred the feel of feminine clothing...No wonder they ended up at that filthy U.R.S.O.M.A.D. warehouse after Astoria closed down for good...

[....18:18: repetition equals insanity....]...Tommy Tellman received this pzi-letter after his pulp fiction burnout; at this point, he had stopped drinking a bottle of whiskey a day along with his prescribed and self-medicated medications; he still smoked like a trooper, though, which was more surprising for someone who was nearly one-hundred and two years old...

...Tellman did not know what to make of Callum Cheevers; he was always so touchy-feely, Tommy was baffled as to why this was...Tommy had always thought Callum Cheevers a bit queer...

 ...Within his addled mind, Tellman read:

...All well and good, Mr Tellman, but I always maintain that writers' block remains an industry creation... 

...Us folk, from that quaint little island across the pond, have a good old chuckle at all this on Greek Street and jokingly call it "Blighter's Rock" - it is merely where the writing that is being produced is not considered, or viewed, as commercially viable in any shape or form; in some cases the writer themselves places no worth on it either ...You are actually delving into old pulp psychology...I do not know whether this is intentional or unintentional, but you should peruse the old pulp writers, even the post-Second World War "fast" writers; Robert Silverberg was turning out half a million words a month[actual semi-informative note: this was two-hundred and fifty thousand words of fiction, plus two-hundred and fifty thousand words of non-fiction: the great Silverberg was interested in anthropology and the study of ancient civilisations and penned many educational books for adults and children...]...I think that is unheard of even by today's politically correct standards...And, at the end of the day, we are not all the same; there will always be some particular issue that makes for awkward comparison, like Anthony Burgess had an inoperable brain tumour but still completed 'Earthly Powers'; though I have noticed that a state of mind analogy usually parallels with the head-space chatter...

 ...And, though you have your own reasons for abandoning your erotica novel, despite the psychological comfort blanket of other new writers you have met online, through articles, or on other planes of existence, writers' block remains a complete invention - usually to assist other jobbing writers, minor dry-as-dust academics and bored friends of the publisher, et al...Every writer you have met? Really?...I am astounded; where else do you hang out?...

 ...I think something must be mentioned about that unseeing, all grasping, pressure of commercialism: it is the subjective value of critical merit, usually from formal critical opinion or awards, that elevates a 'Ulysses' from a 'Finnegan's Wake'...If you follow my drift there, of course...The second-hand book sector are not saying that about the "runaway success" that was the hilariously dire 'Fifty Shades of Grey'...In fact they are starting to destroy [hopefully, recycle] the surplus copies and it has no future high-end sell-on value; a huge long-term own-goal for the publishers (maybe it was Bloomsbury, they are deluded these days...), despite the big-money film deals...

 ...What value someone places upon the written word is literally that subjective; as an extreme example, if you have laboured for four decades over a tome which you decided will never see the light of day - like Ralph Ellison-- then it is probably never meant to be published in a form that will satisfy the author...Not to mention the fact Ellison didn't mind a tipple, or ten...

...Put simply, for all your good intentions on your blog, if you want to write you will - regardless of this or that: I should cite the ever-brilliant Katherine Dunn (she did not write anything for twenty years then suddenly published 'Geek Love' in 1989) and the great Octavia E. Butler (I think the obstacles she overcome to publish were truly remarkable)...Harper Lee's [ed.note: refer to 'Go Set A Watch Man' ] a great example too...[...P.S...Maybe not so much for J.K. Rowling - who had not been the first to pioneer the seminal idea of a young wizard - but was the first to open that door of readership to millions who, for some unknown reason, only decided to read a book about a young wizard when mass marketing hype dictated that they should do so in the fear of missing out...] 

 …And it is interesting that I have received a reply from you now as I was thinking if I had offended you by my bristly, dandyish, parlance; and that maybe I had got [censored] into some trouble for him recommending your page(and aforementioned erotica novel) to me; I was feeling guilty about that, as [censored] has to be one of the nicest, most thoroughly decent, people on this entire global B***R** labyrinth that I have ever met...

 ...I probably should add that I have never stopped writing; it is indeed very natural [to me], but I know much of what I produce is somewhat unpublishable and sheer commercial suicide - henceforth my snug within esoterica - however, I think this is not merely a "younger" author cop-out...Notabitofit: I feel that younger authors can be more dynamic and, in many ways, more adaptable to creative flourishes that would be impossible to consider later on in life[the same old cut up shit you do; all this randomised stuff, it's the same old same old all mashed up...Your mind must be a mess...Why bother?...18.18: repetition equals insanity...Now write again in your excrement and submit in time for Turner Prize...18.18: repetition equals insanity...]...God bless Angela Carter, Mervyn Peake, and David Lindsay who are great examples of this as is, in some ways, John Franklin Bardin (a.k.a. Gregory Tree)....H.P. Lovecraft and Ambrose Bierce never even got around to tackling a full-length novel; the latter thinking they were effectively a "padded" short story and that these new gimmicky "novels" would never catch on with the then rather limited reading populace...Oh, Time certainly amuses....18.18pm: repetition equals insanity...

...But encouraging people to write, is literally like going back in time and becoming Henry Miller encouraging Anais Nin to keep writing (and not to worry about what the dull banker husband thinks)...I think that myself encouraging you to literally write anything, is [in my humble opinion] probably better than merely accepting and psychologically justifying a "commonality" of the phantom problem of not having the time or the right mind-set at any given time to actually write something you feel worthy of...Of course, always read widely, but do not forget to indulge in an escapism, or expression, unmatched by any other medium....

...I sincerely hope your creativity does have a life of its own and comes back to you in the not-to-distant future; I also wish you every success within whatever endeavours you wish to pursue, Mr Tellman; I myself thank you also for the similar sentiment, though I am a bit long in the tooth for luck these days...

…Alas, many thanks for your in-depth reply; I humbly wish you and your family seasonal Yuletide tidings and a happy new year...[...6.18 p.m. or 18:18: repetition equals insanity...How wacky is that?...]...

...Peacefully Yours,

 Callum Cheevers

[...18.18: repetition equals insanity....]

...Good old Tommy Tellman realized that Callum Cheevers and Les Barloy had a lot in common; it made him smile to himself, but they sounded so alike...Maybe they were conjoined in different times; it made Tellman think of an orga-nexus he had once witnessed...In the parlance of a Gunther, of course...Tellman had hardly recalled any of the old ways; the Old One's rituals had become corrupted and were poorly translated...He realized he had to get out of Frinton-on-sea and jump back into his own Hawker Typhoon Tyme-Craft...Tyme-Pyres even had to walk to the beat after all...