Through the peephole of "a peculiar people" . . . .

Through the peephole of “a peculiar people” (Ecclesiastes 3:4), resign this infallible sign:

A Session of Free Expression, Without Coinage, from Abram’s Son Abramson

(Ever Doubting Doubt,
On the Outside Looking Out . . . .
A Fool Aloof
Perfecting Proof!)


Grudging Greetings from Momentary and Momentous Meetings
After Philo Judaeus Met Just James, Four More Naming Names ALL,
Wise from a Fly off the Wall:

1) William Tyndale - Thomas More (Cambridge)

2) Paul Celan – Martin Heidegger (Black Forest)

3) J. D. Salinger – L. Ron Hubbard (New York City)

4) Barry Codell – Bill James (St. Louis)
(When Mark Beuhrle retired all, he also retired Codell. Add the numerical values of the English Gematria--see through these Husserlian parentheses! After the three “27’s,” Buehrle, Abramson retire the aging Codell. After all, this is about a bout.)

1) A. A. Gem: 27 numerical value, my Gematria

2) A Game: 27 numerical value, Buehrle’s perfecto

3) A Mage!: 27 numerical value, a magician--Buehrle, or Abram

At last, the whole whirled, the game perfect!

I enter prize enterprise when I myself comprise this egological, ecological compromise. Was not Codell’s experimental “ontology of gerontology” at the J. D. California Home, in the end, but a study of his own aging? Averaging, aver aging, Ave Raging! Should not my patrician self-maieutician now coax an inner, holy hoax? Border this order of disorder!

When the summer ends, a fall begins. Listen loudly to the mummers. (Is not the true summer one summing summers?) Just lying in the Son undone, still in ancient modernity, taking turn in eternity . . . .

O Yoke of My Joke:
Rule, James of Jerusalem!

(Diet of Worms! James is not Luther’s epistle of straw. Did not “Rule, James” comprise “Jerusalem” in Saint Tyndale’s Sacred English? Did not the circumcised Torah say, “And on the seventh day He rested and the rest became the dream”?)
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A righting written July 31, 2009 A.B. (after/birth of James) by A. A. (Abraham Abramson), Tisha B’Av--what sin! Agog in synagogue without names of Jesus and James . . . .

Thinking of the Thin King

“Belonging to A.A., be longing . . . .”

Thinking of the Thin King

Abraham Abramson

Whereby I Sum Summarily Codell’s Abramism and the Christology of Jewish Jihad Most Appropriately and Airily

 

“Most Precise Misprision”^*?  Undouble Vision!

Nightly, I pray to be wrong rightly:

Without profit, Final Prophet calls me for

Holy War to overcome elf of my self (my pariah),

While becoming, through scroll of my soul, my Messiah!

(This for those Avramists not Obamists, Chomskyites chomping at the bit to refute Abramists…)

^*Codell’s own description heralding blooming Valued Bases in the “Barry Code.”

 

Half Note:  As “Guardian of the Gordian,” I shall not let “The Founder” founder!  My California Home was built in 1959, named for its benefactor, the reclusive raconteur/flaneur/entrepreneur J.D. California (not, both incidentally and coincidentally, the newly newsworthy fellow of the same name recently accused of copyright violation by the author J. D. Salinger, upon California’s novel 60 Years Later:  Coming Through the Rye, portraying Salinger’s Holden Caulfield and Salinger himself as main characters).  And until this varied moment, that unrelated and original J. D. California has been unknown (a phenomenon of noumenon) as the gentleman who, having befriended the aforementioned Shalom Goodwill (see “Call me Abram”), deigned that his beloved “centenarian of undestined destiny” would live freely in the Home for “at minimum, the rest of his days.”  O, elation of my revelation!  Ablution, drunk with my solution!  Is this not the true noteworthy half-note of the real J. D. California?