The Daily Kanga

A DIALOGUE by Andrew Marvell  (1621 - 1678) 

Between the Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure 

Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal Shield
Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright.
Ballance thy Sword against the Fight.
See where an Army, strong as fair,
With silken Banners spreads the air.
Now, if though bee'st that thing Divine,
In this day's Combat let it shine:
And shew that Nature wants an Art
To conquer one resolved Heart.

Pleasure:  Welcome the Creations Guest,
Lord of Earth, and Heaven Heir.
Lay aside that Warlike Crest,
And of Nature's banquet share:
Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs
Stand prepar'd to heighten yours.

Soul: I sup above, and cannot stay
To bait so long upon the way.

Pleasure:  On these downy Pillows lye,
Whose soft Plumes will thither fly:
On these Roses strow'd so plain
Lest one Leaf they Side should strain.

Soul:  My Genetler Rest is on a Thought,
Conscious of doing what I ought.

Pleasure:  If thought bee'st with Perfums pleas'd,
Such as oft the Gods appeas'd,
Though in fragrant Clouds shalt show
Like another God below.

Soul: A Soul that knowes not to presume
Is Heaven's and its own perfume.

Pleasure:  Every thing does seem to vie
Which should first attract thine Eye:
But since non deserves that grace,
In this Crystal view thy face.

Soul: When the Creator's skill is priz'd,
The rest is all but Earth disguis'd.

Pleasure:  Heark how Musick then prepares
For thy Stay these charming Aires:
Which the posting Winds recall,
And suspsend the Rivers Fall.

Soul:  Had I but any time to lose,
On this I would it all dispose.
Cease Tempter.  None can chain a mind
Whom this sweet Chordage cannot bind.

Chorus

Earth cannot shew so brace a Sight
As when a single Soul does fence
The Batteries of alluring Sense,
And Heaven views it with delight.
   Then persevere: for still new Charges sound:
   And if though overcom'st thou shalt be crown'd.

Pleasure: All this fair, and soft, and sweet,
 Which scatteringly doth shine,
Shall within one Beauty meet,
  And she be only thine.

Soul:  If things of Sight such Heavens be,
What Heavens are those we cannot see?

Pleasure: Where so e're thy Foot shall go
 The minted Gold shall lie:
Till though purchase all below,
And want new Worlds to buy.

Soul: Wer't not a price who'ld value Gold?
And that's worth nought that can be sold.

Pleasure: Wilt thou all the Glory have
That War or Peace commend?
Half the world shall be thy SLAVE
The other half thy FRIEND.

Soul: What Friends, if to my self untrue?
What Slaves, unless I captive you?

Pleasure: Thou shalt know  each hidden Cause:
And see the future Time:
Try what depth the Centre draws:
And then to Heaven climb.

Soul: None thither mounts by the degree
Of Knowledge, but Humility.

Triumph, triumph, victorious Soul:
The World has not one Pleasure more:
The rest does lie beyond the Pole,
And is thine everlasting Store.

'Again?'
'Always.'
'I love the way you flash me that slow smile of yours.'
'I love showing you.'
'Ready?'
'Always.'
'I enjoy the way we exchange with each other.'
'I enjoy watching you.'
'Again?'
'Of course.'
'I enjoy watching you too.'
'I admire the way you move.'
'Begin.'
'Ready.'
'You excite me with how you move.'
'You inspire me with your grace.'
'Again?'
'Forever.'

'Hey?'
'What?'
'Do you ever have little things that bother you?'
'Do you really want me to answer that?'
'Oh! Not me, silly!'
'Damn.'
'You know, little things that bother you, like worrying over nothing over something.'
'Maybe you actually mean, worrying something over nothing.'
'Well, no, that isn't what I mean, but I suppose the something worrying over can be nothing.'
'No. That does not make sense.'
'Why not?'
'If one is worrying over something is nothing, then what is the acutal thing that is being worried over, the something, the nothing or the fact that the worrying itself is nothing?'
'Well, do you think that worrying itself is nothing?'
'Worrying is not acutally *anything* it is merely an act, a release of pending concern.'
'So, it *is* something then.'
'Depends if it is being done over something and that something is not a nothing.'
'*drool*'
'Stop it.'
'So, you never did answer my question: Do you ever have little things that bother you?'
'We all do.'
'Well, I am asking you.'
'Hmmm, and I can not say *you*, right?'
'Right.'
'Damn.'

'...you should stay...'
'Why? I'm fine.'
'No, you are not fine.'
'Trust me, I'm fine.'
'No, Trust me, I have a bad feeling that you are not fine.'
'I am telling you that I am fine. Are you now telling me that you do not trust me enough to believe what I feel?'
'OK. Now, I really do know that you are not fine.'
'Trust me, I am fine!'
'Well... can you trust me to know, that I still have a bad feeling that you are not fine?'
'How about we just trust each other on this one?'
'mmm, well if you are sure.'
'Tru..wait.. yes, I'm sure.'
'Anyway, you should still stay.'
'Why?'
'I just think that you need to stay.'
'Why?'
'Because, it's nice here.'
'And where I need to be is nice too.'
'But...'
'But... what?'
'I still think that you just need to stay.'
'Would me staying solve anything?'
'How would we find out, if you do not stay *to* find out?'
'Listen, I don't need to stay.'
'Why not?'
'I just think that I don't need to stay here.'
'Why?'
'Because, the longer I stay here, then the longer I'll have to miss you when I go away.'
'But, if you *just* stay here, then you will not have to miss me at all.'
'Trust me, it's best I leave.'
'Trust you?'
'Oh, not this again...'
'.....'

'Don't lock me up in silence.'
'I perfer you that way.'
'Don't take away the keys.'
'You will not be needing them.'
'How can you do this to me?'
'There is no how, as I already did.'
'But, it's dark...'
'The darkness will allow you to find yourself.'
'I don't want to be found.'
'I know where you are.'
'Then why lock me up in silence?'
'I pefer to watch your actions, than to hear your words.'
'If it is dark, then how can you watch me?'
'Your movements are hard to miss.'
'They are?'
'The way your feet shuffle, the sounds of your heavy breathing as it penatrates the air and the endearing way your chains clink against the bars.'
'You can see all that in the dark?'
'The radiance of your submission is very reflective. The darkness enhances that submission.'
'Light would enhance submission more, yes?'
'It would enhance it to those that are not able to see that submission in the dark.'
'You want me all to yourself.'
'Of course.'
'I'm lonely here.'
'You are not lonely, as I am right here with you.'
'But, you are on the other side of these cold steel bars. My hands behind my back. My flesh tingling with an urge that you are not near enough to fullfill.'
'But, I am right here with you.'
'You aren't close enough.'
'But, I am the closest I have ever been to you.'
'And this is the deepest submission that I have ever given you.'
'Are you sure about that?'
'.....'
'You do not remember?'
'....'
'Look at me.'
'Yes?'
'...Now, do you remember?'
'Yes...'
'Good girl.'

I got to thinking how the Internet does have it's bad points. While it can be great for communications, it can also be notorious for breaking down the same relationships that were formed over the Internet or keeping irl relationships intact through the Internet. So, the following dialogue is an example of that. Yes, I'm using fictional dialogue again in order to get a point across. And if it's relevant to you, then just read it and move on -- this isn't a flame board.

"How long have you known me?"
"Years."
"So, why can you not email me to see how I am doing?"
"Well, I see you online on Instant Messenger"
"OK. Why do you not you IM me?"
"Why don't you IM me?"
"Stalemate."
"Indeed."
"So, the way I see this situation, is that even though we've known each other for years, you can not be bothered to email or IM me, but you do not care enough to bring the matter in question up to me?"
"Why are you making a big deal out of this?"
"Because, it is a big deal to me."
"Everything is a big deal to you."
"Given that you think that about me, how come you can not think enough 'OF' me to be more considerate in regards to knowing that everything being a 'big deal' to me?"
"I just figure that you will eventually just 'deal' with it and move on."
"But, how can I just 'deal' with it and move on... I mean.. everything is such a BIG 'deal' to me that it's often too heavy a load for me to carry."
"Why do you always make things more complicated than they are? All this because I havn't emailed you or IM'd you?"
"You say that as if you are surprised...and to think that it was you that said, 'Everything is a big deal to me'. Did you not know this was coming?"
"I wasn't expecting to hear from you at all."
"Why is that?"
"Because you never email me or IM me to see how I am doing"
"Well, at least we agree on something."
"It would seem."
"So, answer me this... If we hardly speak, then how come we have known each other for years?"
"Habit."
"So, that is all I am to you? Habit?"
"Trying to quit you is like trying to quit smoking."
"How is that?"
"Normally, one always has a puff or two whilst trying to quit and then they slowly get back into the habit."
"You know, after having this conversation, maybe we both need to get a 'patch'."
"Mmm, you know, after having this conversation, I'm gonna have a ciggeratte."
"You should stop smoking. I have."
"!!!!!?"

"...Alright, what's up with you?"
" I have encephaliga."
" How did you get that?"
" Sitting on my coccyx for six hours straight, humped over which caused my a strain on my both my iliac regions, that sent shooting pains up my spinal cord which made my thoracic region numb and from the continual stress of all that pressure, caused my cervic to tense up... thus the pain in the head."
" .... cervic... isn't that down below...?"
" Well, 'cervic' means neck of the body (or of the uterus). The term cervical can mean pertaining to the neck of the body or the neck (lower part) of the uterus."
"Oh...right. So, cephaliga is....?"
"Aliga means pain and encephal means in the head."
"So, you have a headache?"
"Well done."
"What is a coccyx?"
"Why do you want me to explain medical terms to you for free, when I have to pay to get them taught to me?"
"So, I can understand you."
"But, you never understood me before, why start now?"
"You seem more interesting now."
"I was not interesting before?"
"Not before now, no."
"I can make things a lot more interesting if you'd like?"
"That sounds somewhat entertaining. How would you go about doing that?"
"By charging you fifty cents per line of explaination."
"That just sounds like you are taking advantage of me."
"You are the one that wanted to 'understand me'. So, you'll have to pay for the privledge, because, I sure am."
"Can you give me any Cliff-Notes?"
"'Fraid not."
"Why not?"
"The campus bookstore sold out of Cliff-Notes for 'How to Study to become an Asshole.'"
"Isn't there a medical term for asshole?"
"There sure is, it's in Chapter 5 and there is a whole paragraph worth of explainations all about you."
"That makes me interesting then."
"No, it just makes you an immortal asshole, because your ass is in print."
"And you will learn to understand me."
"Now, that I wish I didn't have to pay for."
"..."

"HRU?"

"Gr8"

"U?"

"gt"

"cam?"

"RAE…"

"A/s/l?"

"FTLOG!"

"?"

"HWGA!"

"??"

"FGI!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"???"

"TZZ"

": / ……. ?"

"RME"

"….. LOL….?"

"RUS??????????"

"Yes…".

"RLY?"

"WFM"

"RAE x 2"

"WEG"

"Ya RLY"

"YGTBKM"

"NM "

"OIC"

"O RLY?"

"Yes"

"PLMK"

"n00dz?"

"Pffft:-p"

"TWIT."

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Anyone who can translate the above; I'll send you a SASE via Snailmail. 

“I thought about you today.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.”

“In what way?”

“In a roundabout way.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know what a roundabout is, yes?”

“Yes, it’s a traffic circle.”

“That’s right. Where people go around a circle to get to the other side.”

“So, how did you think about me in a roundabout way then?”

“I was driving over one and thought how I have to talk in circles in order to get to the other side of you.”

“Would you prefer a four-way intersection?”

“I would prefer a direct link.”

“That offers an express service?”

“That offers you bound and gagged in one of the carriages.”

“Am I on one of the carts they use in which to offer refreshments?”

“You would be chained to it.”

“Would it gleam a wonderful metal glint?”

“It would radiate your beauty.”

“You’d catch me from rolling down the aisle going up a steep hill, wouldn’t you?”

“Why, you do not know?”

“Know what?”

“I my dear, have already ‘caught’ you.”

“Oh, I say…”

“Indeed.”

“Look at me!!!”

“…Erm.. What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That you are wearing.”

“Oh? This? Do you like it? I am making a fashion statement.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Look at me!”

“I am looking at you.”

“OK, then you already know what I am saying.”

“No, you haven’t made your fashion loud enough. I can not hear what it is trying to say.”

“ *clicks* How’s that?”

“Yes, the electric neon sign with the flashing word of: WHORE really speaks volumes about you.”

“You think so? Because, I want everyone to know that fashion can be had by anyone!”

“I certainly agree with you on ‘being had.”

“Oh yes, several times over!”

“Maybe you should add that to your ‘fashion statement’ and put the number of times on the back of that shirt.”

“You mean like a hit counter?”

“Yes.”