Kaph

? anand bose Kaph

For them who know: the art of the circle is to be the art of the
anagram- the cleric.

The poems of Ahthanesius Kirscher were read avidly by group of poets
called the Circle. In the poem -'Circle', another member Anthus started
enumerating the entire gamut of possibilities of concocting the art of
appreciation redeeming assumptions of its every existing possibility as
a conceiving emptiness. A colleague remarked humorously of an earlier
memory in which the termagant Xanthippe -the wife of Socrates is making
the oracle known to him through the oval murmurings, the art of the
gentle coaxing in vexation, of bringing out midwifery. Immediately
Anthus made it known that the oracle of the Pythian Priestess was
insincere to the art of the dialectic as it diabolically reduced
Socrates to an assumed vindication: "Know thy self". This according to
Anthus sealed the possibility of the art of knowing the hermeneutic as
open circle and reduced all art of conceiving literature as mere
whimsical notions to be fantastic. Thus the brawling sounds of a pissed
drunk and a loud croaking of a belligerent toad became mere symbolism
of the closed circle-the art of knowing the caricature of the self. The
colleague Ezra remarked the even painter Picasso became an orphan of
orifices, growing in them as Serendip, denigrating, desecrating and
diabolically altering the perceptions of their camaraderie to be his
very soul. Anthus immediately remarked Picasso grew up to a stature and
became the art of paint, of its icicles, colored with harshness on
surfaces, manipulating the very art of the surface to be existing
within the thinkers' notion of time, of memories of others, of the
memory to stay in possession to a mystical poem imagined by the
Orphics. Did Picasso realize that in the end he would be a victim of
dimensions, of its locked nature of seductions of a Kabalistic rite
where the sleight of a hand would have the power of conjecture to
reduce a smooth flowing curve into straightened brush stroke? All art
reduced Picasso into a victim of an allusion, which the Orphics knew
and therefore refrained as imaginations of unwritten poems. Thus
Picasso became consistent to the art of the prism-prison where there
could have been a remote possibility of being others in little cubes.
The giant drew the dwarf and implored him to remain gigantic as a small
cube. Anthus turned to the last sections poem Circle-line. Attached to
it were footnotes of motion, the very art invoking motion as attaching
them to nouns of circle, the clock-wise-anti-clock-wise
-spin-imaginations of axis-and around and so forth of very
conceivability, of the very nature of existence of motion to be other
than the circle.

In the circular theatre called the ward, the reader should be forced to
read an anagram. Anthus is seeing his friend going in and out of
consciousness; Anthus is also surprised about the his imagination of
seeing what Ezra is seeing- his own self in many revolutions, of its
nature to come into the presence of the body, then to go causally out
of it, of its realization that it's the body, of the realization to
perceive the self of being out of the presence of the term body. Anthus
is surprised that he has gained consciousness. The doctor appearing
within the room nudges Ezra gently, tired and trying to keep his eyes
open; taking his hand gently he says -"I am sorry".