BAT: The more we deconstruct our synapses
the more I am convinced I coined it. As the surrounding stuff supports
my doing so. That you came up with something that would please me,
I do not doubt, and I'm sure it was very good. But what it was ...
well, that ... we must find. And elevate, as it's obviously important
if it swapped your synapsis holding Sepulchritude.
MARQUIS: OH-YOU-CUR! Now I'm
getting really steamed.
You are, of course, referring
to the dyslexic episode with Kooki/Brainchild at Monique's. To which
I deferred to your opinion upon reflexion.
But I shall not have the label
Utter-And-Incurable-Dyslexic tattooed upon my forehead. There are
some, nay, many things I don't mix up.
There was a doubt in my mind
about the Kooki/Brainchild thing, and you brought it forth. I gracefully
backed down, admitting that I had muddled it.
I did not admit to future muddles
regarding unrelated subjects.
In short, to continue the Sepulchritude
argument, I must appeal to the court that all references to Kooki/Brainchild
mix-up be inadmissable. I will not be tried twice for the same offense.
The lobe of memory where the
Sepulchritude evening is stored is entirely separate from the Kooki/Brainchild
episode. There is no question about it. It is in the Traumatic And
Sudden Things lobe along with my other 2 moments of inspiration,
along with jumping off the wall at 7 y.o. and breaking my arm, being
surrounded by town bullies on bikes while I was on my big-wheel,
and seeing my mother for the last time before I departed for England.
There are some things that are burned indelibly into the mind's
eye. I assure you this is one of them.
(oh gawd, I'm laughing so hard
Waitagodamnminute! A thought
just occurred to me. You're fucking with me. You and your catty
little redheaded friend are playing a deliberate game of Fuck With
Next week you will mention,
quite in passing, that Alecto's mother was seen in the neighbourhood.
I will remind you that Harley is Altecto's mother and you will plant
seeds of doubt in my head with your insisting that was not the case.
I will entertain those seeds
of doubt because, as you yourself wrote, If you do not doubt yourself,
you are suspect.
To further quote toilet literature
from the WC of my local pub: "Fervent zealotry springs from doubt.
It is when we are unsure that we are doubly sure."
I see what you're doing. I
see what you're ALLLLLL doing! Damn Them alll! They're all out to
KALLISTI: You're becoming paranoid.
BAT: But as to the debate over
"coinage," I assure you, Monsieur, that I am not fucking with you.
I truly believe I coined it (with your supplying the jumping off
board for the thought to form). But you are as adamant as I in your
belief of your memory of the thing. So, it's an ART IMPASSE!!!!!!!
The majority of early references
to the word on my computer all relate to the fact I was using it
quite a bit informally for my freelance graphics biz [in early '95].
So, that doesn't shed any light on its origins. The next plethora
of references are from the proposals/preliminary plans for it to
be our publishing "venture" a year or two later. And then the next
plethora came when it become the web site months after that .....
It's led a very utilitarian life,
And although I do not wish to rile
you, but it is not just the Kookagami thing that makes us ruffle
your head and say, "poor dyslexic memory" to you .... but I won't
belabor that point .... hehehe.
BTW, on a wholly other subject,
I sent you a little treaty-poo in the mail this morning. Given that
the treaty-poo does bear, in part, the word "Sepulchritude" don't
think I sent them to taunt you! I made them yesterday before we
came to this ART IMPASSE. Hehehehehhehe. So, they are innocent offerings,
I assure you.
MARQUIS: I was joking with
my slip into the Voice of Paranoia
But I don't *really* have to
point that out. Do I? Do I? (looking about nervously) (checking
>I truly believe I coined it
(with your supplying the jumping off >board for the thought to form).
But you are as adamant as I in your >belief of your memory of the
thing. So, it's an ART IMPASSE!!!!!!!
Ah! Bon mot! Art Impasse. That
is what we have, and it lends so much further intrigue and colour
into our already intriguing and colourful histoire, tu ne trouve
I too am certain I coined it,
because I remember the thought processes involved in coining it.
You have yet to produce those from memory. It seems to have spontaneously
arrived in Kallisti's kitchen. Hehehe.
BAT: No, but I *do* remember the
thought process quite clearly and it was in the kitchen. And you
were HEAVILY involved in the thought process, so there -- that is
why we both remember it -- and indeed if what I remember of it is
true, you were INSTRUMENTAL in the explosion of the final word and
so indeed it could -- should -- be said we BOTH created it at once.
What I am saying is you did not do this alone in the dark of your
room. Here ... the thought process. We'd been over-using the word
pulchritude and pulchritudinously for days or maybe even weeks.
At the Lyon St. house, in the course of conversation or such, you
said something, and it was probably either using the word "sepulchre"
itself or perhaps even you called something "sepulchrous" and it
all clicked and I shouted "sepulchritude." This flash I do remember
ever so clearly.
So, your thought process is a true
memory --just your locale and solitude is not, I contend -- and
the fact we were both doing the thought process together and instrumental
in coining the word means I think we both should consider WE did
it. Collaboration, sweetie, collaboration!
BAT: heheheh. Actually, I hope neither
of us finds any definitive proof either way -- that way we can both
be smug, righteous, and frustrated. There's true art for you.
MARQUIS: What's more inspiring
than an upheaved soul?
BAT: And it ultimately doesn't matter.
The word is all of ours (and beyond) these days anyway. It is us.
And this question as to the word's origins makes it a lovely bastard
of a word.
MARQUIS: Sepulchritude: Two Leos;
BAT: Heh. I do adore you, in skirmish
and in collaboration. They are much the same.
MARQUIS: If we clink swords, or clink
flute glasses, I'm replete either way.
BAT: Clink! TouchÉ!
___________ end of email extracts________
Impassioned searches through documents on their respective
hard drives turned up no inkling as to whose head birthed "Sepulchritude"
-- as by this point, neither of them were going to accept anything
but hard archived proof as definitive. But -- The word's origin
simply had not been duly documented -- a shocking lapse for compulsive
note-takers! So, it came and rested on this Art Impasse. They could
be wholly satisfied with an Impasse. There's something solid and
comforting about such obstacles.
Perhaps it did not bode well that the first thing
to be archived fell into such confusion and contention. But then
again, it boded quite well indeed, as the absurdity of that simply
justifies our old motto: "Absurditas es Fortis Nostrum."
Yuppers. We can be even more fond of our bastard
word of questionable origins, thank you.
A week after this skirmish , they finally asked Melusine
what, if anything, SHE remembered. This was her response:
MELUSINE: I perused the Bickering
Emails Re Coinage this morning and my sides are aching from guffawing
aloud at so ungodly an hour. Dawn is not yet winking above the horizon
(well -- maybe it is, by my cave is dark, don'tcha know).
What I recollect from those liquor-sodden
and uproarious days (which do not seem to have abated much, non?)
is showing up at The DuNord Booth and both Bat and Le Marquis perching
there with many glasses of wine/ale emptied in front of them, laughter
resounding. They then presented me with Sepulchritude as a word
they came up with for a graphic biz using the catch phrase --Two
Leos, No Waiting. You both wanted me to help decide upon a logo
but we deferred everything as "people" were arriving and social
amenities took over from creative ones.
I have always assumed that Bat came
up with "sepulcural" because of her proclivity toward same, and
the Marquis being enamored of pulchritude due to us having just
viewed a Boob Mania video or something, and that betwixt the two
of you Sepulchritude was born. I have no idea who named aloud the
joint coinage first -- alas, your war of the words will have to
continue on THAT issue.
But I always always relegated credit
to both of you -- even in my discussions with other people:
"Bat and the Marquis came up with
a great word the other day."
"Really, what's that?"
"Oh my god, that's sick and beautiful.
I love it."
Variations on this conversation took
place with many different individuals in and out of our immediate
Have I helped any? Have I made it
So, in conclusion, we are happy to announce we resolved
nothing. Just as well. The Mysteries of Memory -- such a plague
and an entertainment.
fin. for now.
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