Never Listen to the Mads

1. Never listen to the "mads", 'cause who knows, kuddos, they might even tell the truth...

Insight from one part of my brain that wrote that late 2009 and that applies on the two last posts on Lemmings and Matt Damon's speech on scoop.it/t/contemporary-fiction

Getting onto a small world in upper case, because I had to consider the line at one stage, and Edward always listens to the mads, I am his little voice and mads always say the truth in a different frame. We just don’t know how to listen carefully to them.

Sophie, entering the bank - Hi, How are you?

The receptionist - I am me. How, I don't know.

Sophie - Where is the reception?

The receptionist - in the entrance hall.

Sophie - Nobody there?

The receptionist - Nobody here.

Sophie - Ok, I am searching the bank manager.

The receptionist - Everybody is searching him these days and even before.

Sophie, Looking around - Ok, there, there is a sign. It is written, it is there.

The receptionist - When you are going to walk there, will it say it's here?

Sophie walks to the office.

Sophie - Good afternoon, I met a strange person at the reception.

The bank manager - are you sure it was the reception?
Sophie - It was strange.

The bank manager - That’s a nice introduction. Strange is a key, it can unlock every door.
Sophie - Ok, I am here to get the conclusion of the business case I spoke to you before.

The bank manager - Before, we were three flying away. Put everything you want in it, it s a matter of putting contents here or there.

Sophie - any advices?

The bank manager - never, no vices. The screws are all making it better.

Sophie - When will it be assessed by the board?

The bank manager - The board is here.

Sophie – where?

The bank manager - Well, you can write on it, not sure they will answer though.

Sophie - Why is that?

The bank manager - Why? Because you're two letters to the conclusion. Better use the post office
Sophie - How will I be sure you will be dealing with it seriously?
The bank manager - Seriously is a way to read it, is it funny?

Sophie - Figures are explaining it all.

The bank manager - Don't put a face like that
Sophie - Ok, I am getting dubious now, small test, what is two-hundred and twenty four divided by sixteen?
The bank manager - Don't know, fourteen?

Sophie - Here we go.

The bank manager - no, you stay.

Sophie - Why can't you clearly say to me yes or no?

The bank manager - because a yes would make you too happy and believe for a lot, and a no would make you walk away. Seriously, we have to study seriously your case, you know you want it this way and we cannot make any harsh decision and will assess it in full extent.

Sophie - in wide, in length?

The bank manager - exactly, in 16:9.

Sophie - when will I get the answer?

The bank manager - when the answer is going to come to you.

Sophie - How will I be advised of that?

The bank manager - it s not a question of how, it s a question of why.

Sophie - here we go again, to the post office
The bank manager - you get it right
Sophie - I am taking left so.

The bank manager - Now, you understood it all. Everything is about efficient communication.

Sophie - Yes, regarding that, you've got to tell me when your services will be available online.
The bank manager - we have improved, we now have 3 dots, so when the line will be connected.
Sophie - It ought to be...

The bank manager - it ought to.

This is the best way Edward could spell the environment he is drowned in. As said by one wise guy, we have a clear view of right and wrong during the MBA, we are losing it right afterwards. Who will be the first one to enjoy nice compensation, shutting off whistle-blower from below? Yes, us, because we’ve been trained to get along the feeling that we do worth it. 

This lie has some truth for Edward, yes because if he wants to change the world, he has to agree with the past to move along. And What is the best way? Patience, get along with the past, and infuse little by little some of the changes that do worth it.

From a rocket scientist,

Yours Sincerely.

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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How to turn a shitty day into a wonderful one

Allow yourself to be human.

Had the great surprize of a fantastic welcome of people I meet here and then, and having finally a gin tonic to turn this recipe to a great day.

I settled in Augsburg, settling up for a nice time settling up a walk in a bar nearby, and asking then for a gin tonic. The answer was WTF and the contingency plan a beer. And here tonight, 3 or 4 months God knows exactly, without me reminding me of anything, the bottle was waiting for me there. just great, and just such a relief to have back that feeling that indeed people around you kind of value your human presence. So goood.

Just in time. couldn't be a better day for this nice surprize! Well, it would have to bring that up to the table. Gosh I miss jumping even more than anything else.

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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"Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death!"

A tale of two cities

Charles Dickens

Here a classical across two of my loves, across the channel, England and France, and couldn’t be better as to read that from a distant eye and describes what has been ever since the French Syndrom. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death! 

The story is concise, well known in advance, still the peek up to the details give this particular savour I understand now from the feedbacks I’ve been told on Charles Dickens.

My first book of Charles Dickens, and what a book. To be true, wouldn’t have caught my eyes if not for a rapid download over. I have no interest whatsoever in an history of France that happened more than 2 hundred years ago, and that is still getting echoed hundred of times a day on the French radio, paper, and so on. Gosh, loosen up and move on.

Quotes:

-France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it.

-the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way.

-My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end.

-A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm, otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work.

-He didn't call it a particularly curious coincidence; most coincidences were curious.

-He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart;

-with a jargon about "the Centre of Truth:" holding that Man had got out of the Centre of Truth—which did not need much demonstration—but had not got out of the Circumference, and that he was to be kept from flying out of the Circumference, and was even to be shoved back into the Centre, by fasting and seeing of spirits.

-With a wild rattle and clatter, and an inhuman abandonment of consideration not easy to be understood in these days, the carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners, with women screaming before it, and men clutching each other and clutching children out of its way.

-"For the love of Liberty;" which sounded in that place like an inappropriate conclusion.

-Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine. It was the popular theme for jests; it was the best cure for headache, it infallibly prevented the hair from turning grey, it imparted a peculiar delicacy to the complexion, it was the National Razor which shaved close: who kissed La Guillotine, looked through the little window and sneezed into the sack.

-he was virtually sentenced by the millions, and that units could avail him nothing.

-The hours went on as he walked to and fro, and the clocks struck the numbers he would never hear again. Nine gone for ever, ten gone for ever, eleven gone for ever, twelve coming on to pass away.

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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El laberinto del fauno

Pan's Labyrinth

As much as "El espinazo del diablo" colded my blood up to my bones, "El laberinto del fauno" took me very very passionating shores I enjoyed so much during the time it last. A wonderful tale in time of human horror, and truly a masterpiece I enjoyed from the beginning till the end. An undescriptible feelings that transcends every vibes of creativity around. Gosh that's good discovery at the corner. Miam

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The man who sold the world

The man who sold the world, took the keys and possibly locked us up inside. What happened happened, let's move forward. Gott sei dank, there are some windows.

It happened more than 4 decades ago, in fact, for me in 1804, when Napoleon solved an economic crisis by manipulating values.

Given that didn't prevent any of the sh*t in the past couple of centuries, rather being a catalyst of it, up to us to truly draw a better future with these cards in hands.

Well, here we are, facing big question marks that aren't. So, Quinte Flush :), if you stop smiling, they'll win

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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ENJOY being a child in time

J’ai rencontré un fou qui n'a pas arrêté de déclamer et m'a mis dans une situation a laquelle je n’étais pas préparé.

Et vous?

On est donc le 1 er janvier 2000, je suis né.

J’ai commencé par m’ébahir dans un siècle nouveau, à 4 pattes, le sourire aux lèvres, indifférents aux événements.

Alors que j’apprenais mes premiers mots, des avions se sont éteints dans un grand feu d’une contrée éloignée. Mes parents n’écoutaient plus mes gagas, et était à écouter la télé la bouche bée.

L’anniversaire de mes 2 ans m’a envoyé pleins de messages subliminaux, on est parti en vacances pour échapper a l’oppression, je me suis presse sous les barbelés et j’ai pris mon premier bain dans une belle mare d a cote.

2003, je commençais à pianoter, me videostreamer, étaler ma joie sur les différentes ondes s’offrant a moi, je n’écoutais toujours pas, je continuais de parler pour le plus beau plaisir de m’entendre.

2004 mon grand frère est parti, a ce jour je ne l’ai toujours pas revu.

2005, les cours de dactylo donnes par l’institutrice me permettait de commencer à découvrir, un appétit gargantuesque qui est venu en grandissant et qui ne s est jamais trouve rempli malheureusement

2006, mes premières multiplications, la rationalisation calorique des énergies qui me faisait gambader et continuer de voir et scruter ce long écran noir qu’était la tele

2007 année de la sagesse à se regarder dans le miroir, je me faisais la morale et continuais de vivre de courir sans jamais m’arrêter, juste parce que je le pouvais et que c’est quand on peut que les choses doivent être faites

2008, tout le monde revenait en arrière, mes parents ont sorti la super huit, ont rangé la camera DV et m'ont fait profité de mémoires courtes le long d’un canal maintenant réputé

2009 mes parents ont déménagé, ils ont mis la clé sous la porte, moi dans la voiture, la dernière fois que je jouais avec mon nounours Prosper et que je me mettais a gameboytiser dans la voiture comme ci rien autour de moi ne pouvait me déranger

2010 je commençais à comprendre le monde autour de moi, c’est pour cela que je n’y faisais plus attention. Il ne la cherchait pas, on s’entendait bien.

2011 j’entrais au collège, une année de retard au CP se répercutaient dans un effet domino prédominé

2012 je découvrais la casquette, le basket le premier bécot, la première cigarette

2013 année malheur, année disette, on mangeait des pates, je n’allais plus a la cantine, je n’y jouais plus avec les aliments, ca avait perdu de son intérêt.

2014 je me mettais au piano et apprenais à bouger mes doigts avec paralysie, époque de mon premier poème, il restera incompris.

2015 ma première fugue, j en avais assez je ne pouvais plus continuer de me retrouver dans ce carcan loin de mes idéaux braves et rêveurs

2016 9 mois que j’étais revenu, mes parents sont heureux, je n’allais pas revenir sans oublier de leur donner le sourire. Je les embrasse prends soin d eux, ne les laisse plus dans la mélasse

2017 mes 17 ans je les ai passé dans un tintamarre totalement chaotique et confus que je ne m’en rappelle plus

2018 j’en ai fait des grands huit, me suis éclate, me suis retrouvé a 4 pattes, toujours dans l’incompréhension la plus total du cerveau qui tourne

2019 j’en avais assez je décidais de dire au revoir et de ne plus jamais revoir.

2020 chiffres ronds, j’ai fait le dos rond comme ce chiffre à m’effacer pour satisfaire

2021 blackjack, ca n’a pas marché, une pause est bien tombée

2022 voila les keufs, je fais tous le contraire de ce qu’elle demande, qui sait

2023 options insolvables, retour à la case départ. Chiffre premier, reste toi-même

2024 mon esprit est subtilisé, je suis le courant a contre courant en me laissant emporte

2025 quart de siècle du nouveau millénaire, les quatre fers en l’air

2026 le jeu est mort, le je se tue. Place à l inconscient, place à l'inconsistance

2042 waouh qu’est ce qu’il s’est passé

2043 moments de fête et silence gagné

2044 FIN

La faim justifiera toujours les moyens

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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The Power of No

Yes, Man

A true alchemist transforms No in Yes and vice versa y versa vice.

Ok, no play, just win.

Henri Moufettal 2014 - henrimoufettal@gmail.com

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