Posts by Mishka Z

Blog #46: The Focative Syllogism

Blog #46:  The Focative Syllogism

—or:  ‘Disgusting and Itchy’!   (Just nevermind.)   So I’ve been on hiatus with the writing.  I needed a break, I needed to replenish, I needed to remake myself, I needed… to conquer and plunder and destroy and read some junk for a while…  And so shall I continue to do.  But I also have to start writing again.  Not just ‘writery-related’ stuff—like the promoting and publicizing and looking for reviews or publishers or whatever—because that’s what depletes my energy and my creativity and my mojo and my [something French] and my… chutzpah?  (Probably not chutzpah…)   Well, whatever.  My plan, writing-wise, is to come back this fall and finish off my third novel, ‘More than Kin and Less than Kind’ (which was being problematic)—but over the summer I would also like to start (continue) plotting out the notions I’m having for a fourth novel:  ‘Weasel in the Rough’!  (I’m very excited!  Well, not that excited… I’m… nebulously not unenthused?  But nowhere near nipple-tingly.  Let’s say… moderately optimistic.)   In the meanwhile, one of the little side projects I’ve been (hardly at all) working on is an expurgated version of Daemon Mishka, volumes 2, 3, and 4, collectively to be entitled ‘Potemkin’s Umbrage’… which I hope to publish this year, but it’s slow going (what, with the not working on it so much, and all…).  So we’ll have to wait and see.  But there was a bit—from spring of 2002, so (holy crud!) 15 years ago (bloodyhellstinkrot—how—?!)—which I just read and thought to share in blog-like fashion… which is nice, mesupposes, as I just never write blogs anymore… and they were kind of fun… and mayhap I should do more of them again… butanyhoo—   So this amused and/or entertained me, so here’s a bit o’ stuff…    # # #   from ‘Potemkin’s Umbrage’ (forthcoming):   You know, you can’t write a romantically lyrical poem using the term “skull-fuck”.  I mean, you could start out with something about how beautiful her eyes are—move into the passion they imbrue within… and then—no, no, no, no, no!  Not at all, not even a little bit—just cannot happen… unless perhaps it was done in French?  (And, in this case, when I say “it was done in French” I am referring to the presumed writing of such a poem.)  Of course, even that’s no guarantee—what if in French “skull-fuck” is still just...

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Blog #44: Soulful Evolution

Blog #44: Soulful Evolution

…my wife (the second one, since I no longer count first cousins in such a capacity) said—oh, about a thousand years ago!—that she thinks I have a death wish. And, in a certain sense, I suppose I do… not in that I’m in a big hurry to get there, however, so much as I possess a determined inquisitiveness to know what goes on in the In-Between… Spiritually speaking, I’m a sort of a Buddhist-Christian, and I do believe in reincarnation—which I mention in case it wasn’t obvious by my saying ‘the In-Between’… and someone (not that anybody reads these) would be like, “In between what?!” And so, thusly: Corporeal lives. Butanyhoo… I don’t think it’d be a surprise for any who know me if I were to say I’m disgruntled with mine existence in this life… or e’en that I have e’er felt out of sync wi’ the world in which I exist. So to have a latent desire to move on? Hey, this party’s lame? Who wants a new adventure? Sure, I’m curious. And I’m curious about not only what the state of being is In-Between—but how the worth of a soul is determined for moving forward… So, between the two, one might say I am ‘bi-curious’… (Or mayhap that’s something else entirely… just skip that last bit!) But along with reincarnation comes the concept of karma. So the longer I’m here, the more opportunity I have to “get it right” (whatever that means)—therein offering better opportunities for my soulful advancement in my next incarnation. (…and/or opportunity to screw it up even worse…) But if you think about it like a video game—only instead of screen after screen of increasingly difficult endeavors (I’m picturing Donkey Kong, by the way—but feel free to use whatever you like), you have life after life… But each screen gets harder, right? The challenges don’t become less with each victory—they become more challenging! So your reward for doing well—be it in life or in Donkey Kong—is to be tested with something more difficult, more rife with adversities… else how would you continue to evolve spiritually? So I realized… if karma will give you more trying circumstances as a sort of penance for wrong-doings in the past… and karma will reward you for right-living in the past with more trying circumstances for future advancement… no matter what you do, you’re going to get shit...

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Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Blog #43: Odin’s Ordeal (Day 5)

Uh!  I suck at writing blogs… and—or… but, I mean… in the sense that I just don’t ever (rarely) do it…  I started off pretty well.  The first year, methinks I managed about three a month—of putting at least something out there… (in here…)  But now?  Oh, what the hell is the point?  (Nobody reads this shit anyway…)   So here’s some stuff I jotted recently:     Spells of Asphyxiation:  Warming Trend   “Uh!  I enjoyed that with all the profuseness of my generally darkly nebulous demeanor!” “So it was good?” “…It was okay…”       Vigil of St. Oswald  (2016)   I want to be anywhere else but here… though I know, when I get there, I still won’t be happy.       Just Peachy, Thanks!   “That… is a mighty fine looking peach you’ve got there!  But you’re far too conservative in your eating of it, methinks; don’t mind me—feel free to slurp vociferously if you’d like.” “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—I couldn’t.  I reserve truly slurpy sounds exclusively for very hot soup and oral sex… (if saying such isn’t entirely redundant!)” “Ah, so a Presbyterian then…”       That’s How Grandma Noonie Died  (#1)   “Holy crud!  You’re choking!  Are you okay?” “I’m sorry—yes, I’ll be fine.  I was just eating some almonds, and it always chokes me up a bit… you see, that’s how Grandma Noonie died…” “She choked on some almonds?” “No, I ate her.”       The One Who Got Away   —though doesn’t such imply I ever really had a chance with her?   …then, with so many years gone by, I see her gazing at me across a crowded room, an inquisitive twinkle in her eyes…   At first I think:  Is she wondering, as do I, about what might have been? …but then I think:  Oh, crap! How long have I been just staring at her?!…       from ‘More Than Kin and Less Than Kind’ (the novel I’m currently writing):   But the bear remained silent, staring off into the forest and absently scratching his belly. “Or not,” surmised Konstantin.  “At any rate, I must profess, ‘tis passing strange for us to meet a bear of your intelligence—let alone loquaciousness.  I’ve heard of such far away in the west, beyond the Karzelek Mountains, but—” “You think bears be unintelligent?” asked...

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Blog #42: Write or Wrong

Blog #42: Write or Wrong

I should be working on my novel… (Yes—this is one of those deals where I should be doing all sorts of other things, and instead I’m writing a blog about how I’m not doing those things anyway… Sorry.) Also, I need to cut my fingernails. Uh! The incessancy of life… We do and we do and we do—and yet it all just needs doing again! I’m just not in the mood for it. Or anything really just now… methinks… Butanyhoo—and, so, mine ‘ovel… sigh~ Oh, well. It just hasn’t been going well. Why is that?—you may ask… (if anyone were actually reading this…) Well, I just don’t know. I suppose it’s as simple as my head just isn’t in it. (And/or I keep finding other things to do to avoid working on it?) And my second novel, The Telemachy… yeah, then there’s that. I sent it to a publisher (Penguin: Ace division thereof) back in October, five month response time… no response in March—so I queried… no response to that—and now another month and a half has passed… And I have yet to send it anywhere else. What the hell?! Well, there’s this thing… ego… and on the one hand, it impels me to try to succeed (commercially—because I’m an American, and greedy, self-absorbed materialism is more important than God… and/or IS our God)—thus I should try to submit it and have it published and make lots of money and get fan mail to stroke my already overblown ego (because, let’s face it, who the hell am I that I think I need the world to see the wise and witty and all-powerful, immaculate, consummate glory of mine words!!!?)… Or I can write for my own benefit: because I like creating characters and fantastical lands—and sometimes stumble onto some semblance of a story in which to use said characters and lands… and simply for mine own peace of mind. But why go putting it off on everybody else? (Especially since most of everybody else has strongly indicated they just don’t bloody care—and that’s fine… it’s my brain, and no one else need impinge him or herself within it.) And I can even continue to go the self-publishing route—put it out there for those who might be interested, but then just get on with… whatever. Spiritual fulfillment—sans the soul-corrupting influences of a wayward, overly-capitalistic, greedy, self-absorbed, short-sighted, small-minded, (etc.) society....

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Blog #41: And Speaking of God…

Blog #41: And Speaking of God…

…assuming God is EVERYTHING… like, the whole Universe—and/or Multiverse… (plus all the Infinitely Myriad Chilicosms of Multidimensional Happenchancery! (or whatever~) )… so, you might say, God (in essence) is the spiritual, whereas God (corporeally) is physical being—making all of Material Existence God’s body…   — what if we (humans) are just a random infestation?  Like crab lice.  Mayhap the entirety of our evolved manifestation on Earth has been but the inconvenient — and now quite itchy — occurrence of some viral misfortune… and He’s taken His Big God Medicine to abate it (us) — causing us to be self-absorbed, greedy, small-minded assholes who enjoy nothing better than destroying one another… thus leaving it to us (the virus) to kill ourself off…   On the one hand, it seems to be working — but from the standpoint of the recent flair up (i.e. the population rising from under two billion about a century ago to seven billion now)… methinks He needs a stronger dosage.     #  #  #  #   —Mishka Zakharin  © 2016     http://www.amazon.com/Natalyas-Tale-Mishka-Zakharin-ebook/dp/B014AO0YWK/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&qid=1451148977&sr=8-11&keywords=mishka+zakharin...

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