So in other words
A "Pataphor" is a level 3‽ (cuil) description of reality
Right???
I hate Pataphysics so fucking much guys ahshas

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So in other words
A "Pataphor" is a level 3‽ (cuil) description of reality
Right???
I hate Pataphysics so fucking much guys ahshas
Autumnal Drafts Clearing: Part 2
Because "fuck-it, finish it fall" doesn't sound as classy.
While I work on Much Larger Things, I'll be sharing bits and pieces of things I've written for drabble tags and workshops in some discord servers. ❤️
From the HP Fanfic Writers' Guild workshop with the challenge: metaphor & pataphor
Definition taken from the workshop: A pataphor is an extreme form of metaphor in which the writer stretches an image to the point that it becomes absurd or surreal. This is typically accomplished by continuing to use the imagery from the initial metaphor without reference: you remove the reader’s grounding in reality. You build metaphors within the metaphor.
Grief, on loop, so many gone, has turned his heart to ice: crystalized, dark, impenetrable. He becomes frigid indifference with glacial reactions, and the cold seeps into his bones, into his very magical core. He is permafrost, and no amount of thaw or carving platitudes can break through the surface of the frozen lake of his mind.
Until her.
When she dies, he splinters.
Spiderweb fractures break him asunder and plunge him into the gelid waters below, down, down into the volcanic depths where he simmers, where the anguish boils him into a frothing, foaming rage. This grief, too much, has turned his heart to fire: scorching, volatile, destructive.
He is ravenous. Like the firestorm, he consumes everything in his path towards vengeance and knows he will only stop when there is nothing left, or he's run out of air. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
Written as Remus reacting to Lily's death, but it's purposely left ambiguous.
Pataphor
She had a silver tounge. Worth its weight in gold. And so she sold it for a price to match. She has enough money to last a lifetime, and only at the price of her ability to speak.
Beach House -- Teen Dream
Studded nonsense, reprobate convenience all thought out (or not thought out at all...) wishes and cute bottom/top surgery impulse derelict floating thru the nutshell like harsh free radicals, nightmare washboard abs re-circulate the bloodstream like teen dream-- dramatic ‘pataphor scarred by cream.
avalonblogs said: *throws you a rope ladder
*grabs rope ladder, gives it a good tug to test its strength, finds it satisfactory, then pads around for a foothold to begin the ascent*
Thanks, sweets. :)
El es-pira-l patafórico.
Las paradojas cargadas,
Libertarias palabras que se (des)(hacen) en el hipertexto,
Residuos de conjeturas conservadoras,
Tiros por la culata dogmática y callejera;
No nos harán felices ni infelices,
La felicidad subebaja los peldaños de la melancolía,
y la orgía de conceptos, cánticos, antinomias y fluídos, nos explotaimplota.
like a prospector, smashing the semiotic crystal formations, formed by the eternal weight of the great duration of geophilosophy-- smashing them into fragments and washing away the dust, and finding the glinting shards of gem-sharp meaning which remain, sparkling, waiting to be cut with facets or tumbled into smooth-shininess, then set into the perfect settings--to make magic rings, amulets, earrings, jewelry of all types, set into any of the finest discursive metals, adorned perfectly with the most magnificent gem-signs, affixed with the craftperson-excellence of the semiotic artificer with the conceptual pickaxe of a well-read theoretician.