An impudent fellow may counterfeit modesty, but I’ll be hanged if a modest man can ever counterfeit impudence.
Pelt – “True Vine”
Ayahuasca
Somewhere between the Eastern frenzy of Shalabi Effect and the supernatural introspection of Charalambides lies Pelt, whose string-and-feedback drones and acoustic soundscapes are difficult to pin down in any way. “True Vine” is my favorite of their long tracks (though there are several good ones), with its menace and beauty in perfect solution. It’s like watching the world burn, through a silk veil.
Vocabulary: Coarse Corruption Edition
shagreen: skin of sharks or rays used as an abrasive; also, a coarse, granular leather
macumba: a Brazilian cult that combined Christianity with occult practices
argolic: pertaining to Argolis, a southeastern district of ancient Greece
bolection: a raised molding surrounding a door, panel, window, etc
furbelow: a ruffle or showy bit of trimming, as on a woman’s dress
catoptric: the study of optics as created by or related to mirrors
conchologize: to take part in the collection and study of shells
polyantheon: undefined, but presumably “many-flowered”
garzoon: corruption of an oath, probably “God’s wounds”
cachinnation: a loud, improper, or uncontrolled laugh
impecunious: having (or yielding) little or no money
trivant: archaic version of “truant”
quillet: a subtlety or quibble
Reason is a faculty which is sufficient for its own purposes. Its operations originate from itself, and proceed directly to the end proposed; whence those actions, which are directed by this faculty of reason, are called right actions, as expressive of that rectitude and simplicity with which they are performed.
Here and to the southward the neighbourhood became better, flowering at last into a marvellous group of early mansions; but still the little ancient lanes led off down the precipice to the west, spectral in their many-gabled archaism and dipping to a riot of iridescent decay where the wicked old water-front recalls its proud East India days amidst polyglot vice and squalor, rotting wharves, and blear-eyed ship-chandleries, with such surviving alley names as Packet, Bullion, Gold, Silver, Coin, Doubloon, Sovereign, Guilder, Dollar, Dime, and Cent.
A square peg forced into a round hole, he had felt like a daily outrage that long-established smooth roundness into which a man of less sharply angular shape would have fitted himself, with voluptuous acquiescence, after a shrug or two.