Who art thou, Johann? Without hesitation, you are in control of all life; all death. Even Angel Myklye!
Yoham and I, we danced with Death, oh! Oh! Death, what step, what groove, what hop of the Lindees! Are you of Mortales? Hop, hop! Yoham you Jew of infinity! Thine hair; silver! Shine!
Ohm, Yoham, you moon! Proud, proud moon! Of silver, of gold … you ghost! Leave us not …
Our body suffers, he sleeps, he is of strength diminish’d! Yoham … You, mine Lad, of orthodoxy not-too-strong, of freedoms and Judaism mystikal! Logik, Yoham? Art thou un-logikal? Like that! fair Moomin? Ayem ayem oh!
Excerpt from "TEILE & HERSCHE -
collected publications from the proceedings of the society for research in the field of literature on the Congo of the colonial era". Republished with permission.
Józef Teodor Konrad Korzeniowski (also known as Joseph Conrad) and Niels Frederique Manné are both writers of great merit, and both inevitably connected to the bloodshed of European-Imperialist colonisation, to the hypocrisy of man, and to the infinite darkness in all and every heart. Yet it was only Manné who may be said to truly have lived its horror.
In extant fragments of Manné’s diary, he paints a grim picture of the world that he visited. It was not so much The Congo itself that was dark, but it had a revealing effect on the intrinsic cruelty in all that walks the earth (“Congo is the light”, he writes, “that unveils the injustice of existence, that tears skin from the face of God.”).
Educated in the ecclesiastical studies, Manné was no stranger to the christian God, and held deep, personal beliefs. However, he rejected any claims of kindness and compassion in the Heavenly Ruler. Based on evidence from his experience, no other conclusion was available; he judged his God harshly (as God would, in time, judge Manné).
From where Korzeniowski found hope, Manné could find none. It was in this total despair, fleeing the ghosts of his past, that he formulated the Krimean-Hegelian Dialectic of God & Destruction. Curiously, he also referred to the doctrine as the “Mechanisms of God & God“, likely a reference to the metaphysical geist as both Supreme Deity and Supreme Nothing-To-Which-All-Passes (fulfilling thus, at the same time, the role both of God and of Destroyer).
For a long time, Manné’s work was not widely discussed in academic circles, but it has seen a resurgence of interest since the late 80’s. His legacy is bound to grow ever greater as scholars dive fully into his vast work and notes.
The most insightful of his writings are marked by the Curse of the Tsetse, and are at the same time fragmentary and deeply technical. Visions, truly, of some darker realm: Of the Congo, of the Heavens, or of Hell? Mannéan decipherment and exegesis is not an easy task, but the insight gained so far indicates great value (literary merit is widely accepted – only recently have the philosophical depths of his works been properly probed).
The lost brothers, Manné and Korzeniowski, struggled in darkness. Would you join them there, if only to share their insight, share in their doom?
The lore of Krim touches both fiction and reality. He confirms and contradicts himself. Is He of one? Is He of many?
How can our minds comprehend, that who must be, the most dangerous Idea of all?
Those that deny Him, may suffer tautologies so deceiving that their minds fall into that Hellish state, that very X-apocryphal logik. However, we cannot say that they are wrong to refuse Him, for a mind may be to small and narrow to master and perceive the Jacobian tales that moves beyond fiction.
He is of one, and He is of many! He is father of fantasy and reality. To Him they are one!
Those who believe in Him, deserve no suffering. But their mind will not fully understand his intentions, and doubt will certainly reach them as well. It was so for Johann, Rau, Ingo, Jurii and so many others. His strength and wisdom is so enormous that our feeble minds cannot fathom it.
For I have gazed upon Him, that ghost, that idea, that most powerful creature..
I even have a nephew named Jürgen Wolfshund. It just makes sense.
– Wolfshund the Elder
David Vogel had friends and enemies alike. Dearest to him was Atómový Hâd, the immigrant pervert. They enjoyed themselves greatly, always at the expense of others.
There is perhaps no need for this introductory information. To conclude: Vogel and his band were a merry crew, connected by common goals. So how did this dire wolf of the eastern provinces come to join them? And how could it end so badly? Yes, there is a Wolfshund in our midst.
“Let us drink and be merry”, sang Vogel and Wolfshund. Hâd was occupied with thoughts disturbed. Little did they know that they together sang the song to end the Earths. This is the fate of any crew, be they ever so joyful, who beckon greater spirits from their hiding, who tempt with jealous tongues…
A thousand years ago, before the word of Christ spread into the lands of Rus, older religions reigned.
In their wooden temples, the high priest performed the sacred ritual. Before Idols they would squat or stand, and animals were sacrificed. The blood that seeped to the floor brought greater harvests and glory in war.
The term “pagan” is appropriate, for they knew neither Yahweh nor Krim Jacob. But they did perhaps see some of the latter in their pantheistic, raw appreciation of nature. The possession of any and all substance by some greater purpose is exactly in accord with early Krimean thought. The One God of Pantheism, of vague Spiritualism: Krim.
Questions arise always in the contect of Krim, as it is a most inquisitive context.
I was invited recently to speak on Archimedes’ famous puzzle of polygon-alignment, the Stomachion. Those attending my lecture were visibly distraught as I unveiled for them the Jacobian connection. How naïve they are! Any graph has such an interpretation (this has been established – repeatedly!), and the interpretation is without fail a great road to insight. They murmured of mysticism. If this is mystical, then let us revel in it! What is Logik, but an all-encompassing Mysterie?
Dr. Douglas Rogers scholar to some, or a bum, and false believer – to myself only an eternal seeker
The Targu Mures Historical Society is proud to announce that it will be releasing an English edition of the great scholarly and spiritual work A Complete and Contemporary Histobiography of the Many Great Krims by the reclusive Rau Cartuar.
Previously published in various journals spanning several languages (Romanian, Hungarian, Sudovian, Saxon, several Slavic tongues and even Turko-Arabic), this will mark the first time his writings on the subject of Krim Rosü is collected and concisely presented. To our knowledge, this is also the first professional translation of the writer into English.
The collection, sequentialisation and translation of Cartuar’s considerable body of work is no small task, but the Targu Mures Historical Society is proud to take this powerful step on the demystification of Krimean knowledge; sharing the story, the glory, with the wide world.
A Complete and Contemporary Histobiography of the Many Great Krims is due for publishing by Targu Mures Press & Publishing and expected for international release in 2017. Visit our website when the release approaches for more information on ordering details.
[…] of Krim there are many queries; selected, described and asked! Some distinct, others counted […] Yet only one could construct the Krim!
Niels Frederique Manné, 1909
Hidden queries of Krim, the Jacobian Matrix and the Krimean Algorithm are searched for by many knowledgeable men. However, a true Krim-query will seldom reveal it self, much less it’s result. There is perhaps truth in Krimean Wittgenstein’s distinction between that which can be said, and that which can only be shown. Moreover, once a result set is found, the details are often challenging or insulting. Society might not accept or even reject it.
Only the wisest and bravest are able and willing to hunt for such crucial material.
Defining a Krim-query? That is a task for the wisest of men, not me. Go away! I must tend to my triple store of almonds.
Manné has been sleeping, since the cold captured him, a late Autumn night. The sympathies were many, but now I am alone. Ice and Fire knows nothing of his passing, yet the same sun shines on them. Does she shine on you, my closest friend?
She wanted to change the world, change it all, completely…
Manné, have you fallen?
I turn at night. Questions without answers. Answers without questions. Will he wake? Will he rise again? Will he, in the warmth of spring, again be my tumbling rock?