Tulse Luper and his 92 lost suitcases… what a brilliant man…a complex man, an enlightened philosopher and a prisoner…I am that prisoner ornithologist without wings of my own… Tulse the chronicler of events chronicled his life with order with the catalog of an archivist of everything in and of his life… a very linear man a very shredded man… he says that we need to discover and we need to find all of our pulsating suitcases of spasm and tone and short breaths of memories…I have lost all my suitcases like Tulse.
I think my problem is that I had become a publican and I don’t mean in the strict political party definition I mean in the classical sense of the ideology of the Republican cum Empire going back to Roman times…a member of the bourgeoisie running scared blaming everyone… I left all of my life wrapped in past issues of time the Magazine stored in boxes and
other suitcases filled with everything like pictures and scraps of written paper…I ran to the life of the Bohemian as an intellectual rascal not out of skill or true desire but out of rebellion unless my comfortable middle-class bourgeois lifestyle took my life to sated fat headed nonsense and a brain tumor so I left the Catholic Church by training and Catholic schools and I left my very parents and all others’ council… I took a suitcase and I granted the military my life just to get away which just piled on more discipline more puritanical ideals more Publican ideas…Republican ideas of conservatism stagnation status quo limited involvement to the needs of other’s static stagnant intellectual pursuits of violence and war as conventional thinking by the narrow viewed citizen of the republic… this as my true nature this was my background but I ran to the rule of freedom after that the loss of civility… I ran to intellectual pursuits again for the fresh air but the wrong reasons and I went and I went on the road in a rude gravel rebellion.. I didn’t really have the background I didn’t really have the intellect… I didn’t really have the taste or the desire that need to assist rebellion…now I’m older and the early programming is taken over again…I am too lazy to even become what Nietzsche calls the last man… I’m no longer capable of being a free thinker or being liberal and soft or progressing forward and expanding instead creating a fat stodgy limited thinking clone running out of breath without any more darts and my fat sticky fingers stuck on the remote…I’ve lost the will not only to power but to scream at the sky in disgust and curse the godless heavens for being so unconcerned at my plight…
2009
I am Tulse Luper
By Michael Ryan
Tulse Luper and his 92 lost suitcases… what a brilliant man…a complex man, an enlightened philosopher and a prisoner…I am that prisoner ornithologist without wings of my own… Tulse the chronicler of events chronicled his life with order with the catalog of an archivist of everything in and of his life… a very linear man a very shredded man… he says that we need to discover and we need to find all of our pulsating suitcases of spasm and tone and short breaths of memories…I have lost all my suitcases like Tulse.
I think my problem is that I had become a publican and I don’t mean in the strict political party definition I mean in the classical sense of the ideology of the Republican cum Empire going back to Roman times…a member of the bourgeoisie running scared blaming everyone… I left all of my life wrapped in past issues of time the Magazine stored in boxes and
other suitcases filled with everything like pictures and scraps of written paper…I ran to the life of the Bohemian as an intellectual rascal not out of skill or true desire but out of rebellion unless my comfortable middle-class bourgeois lifestyle took my life to sated fat headed nonsense and a brain tumor so I left the Catholic Church by training and Catholic schools and I left my very parents and all others’ council… I took a suitcase and I granted the military my life just to get away which just piled on more discipline more puritanical ideals more Publican ideas…Republican ideas of conservatism stagnation status quo limited involvement to the needs of other’s static stagnant intellectual pursuits of violence and war as conventional thinking by the narrow viewed citizen of the republic… this as my true nature this was my background but I ran to the rule of freedom after that the loss of civility… I ran to intellectual pursuits again for the fresh air but the wrong reasons and I went and I went on the road in a rude gravel rebellion.. I didn’t really have the background I didn’t really have the intellect… I didn’t really have the taste or the desire that need to assist rebellion…now I’m older and the early programming is taken over again…I am too lazy to even become what Nietzsche calls the last man… I’m no longer capable of being a free thinker or being liberal and soft or progressing forward and expanding instead creating a fat stodgy limited thinking clone running out of breath without any more darts and my fat sticky fingers stuck on the remote…I’ve lost the will not only to power but to scream at the sky in disgust and curse the godless heavens for being so unconcerned at my plight…
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