Things Turned End-Over-End

[From this page, which includes a YouTube tour of the interior: “The Upside Down House is a project created by a Polish businessman and philanthropist named Daniel Czapiewski… The house is also meant to be a profound statement about the Communist era and the state of the world.”]

From whiskey river:

Remember That Things Go
According to Your Karma
Whether You Like It or Not

One day, my dear,
you stop and look around you,
find yourself stuffing needs into a sack of thoughts,
realize you have talked your life to pieces,
scratched your self to bits,
that neither hope nor doubt
can protect you,
that you are not mistaken,
that you haven’t lost your grip —
it is dissolving.
Now you can speak about everything silently.

(Terrance Keenan, St. Nadie in Winter: Zen Encounters with Loneliness [source])


What is required of us is that we love the difficult and learn to deal with it. In the difficult are the friendly forces, the hands that work on us. Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are.

(Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Letters)

Finally, not from whiskey river: Theo (the constable of Pine Cove, California) gets his first glimpse of someone who will prove to be the title character in a “Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror” from Christopher Moore:

Theo was doing fifty up Worchester Street when the blond man stepped from behind a tree into the street. The Volvo had just lurched over a patched strip in the asphalt, so the grille was pointed up and caught the blond man about hip-high, tossing him into the air ahead of the car. Theo stood on the brake, but even as the antilocks throbbed, the blond man hit the tarmac and the Volvo rolled over him, making sickening crunching and thumping noises as body parts ricocheted into wheel wells.

Theo checked the rearview as the car stopped and saw the blond man flopping to a stop in the red wash of the brake lights. Theo pulled the radio off his belt as he leaped from the car, and stood ready to call for help when the figure lying in the road started to get up.

Theo let the radio fall to his side. “Hey, buddy, just stay right there. Just stay calm. Help is on the way.” He started loping toward the injured man, then pulled up.

The blond guy was on his hands and knees now; Theo could also see that his head was twisted the wrong way and the long blond hair was cascading back to the ground. There was a crackling noise as the guy’s head turned around to face the ground. He stood up. He was wearing a long black coat with a rain flap…

The blond man held an arm out toward Theo, then noticed that the thumb on the outstretched hand was on the wrong side. He grabbed it with his other hand an snapped it back into place. “I’ll be okay,” the blond man said, monotone.

“You know, if that coat dry-cleans itself while I’m watching, I’ll nominate you for governor my own self,” Theo said, trying to buy some time while he thought of what he was going to say to the dispatcher when he keyed the button on the radio.

The blond man was now coming steadily toward him — the first few steps limping badly, but the limp getting better as he got closer. “Stop right there,” Theo said. “You are under arrest for a two-oh-seven-A.”

(Christopher Moore, The Stupidest Angel)

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  1. I love that angel piece by Moore. Awesome stuff there.

    Merry Christmas, John. :)

  2. Where are the witch’s slippers sticking out from under the house?

  3. I love the Rilke and Moore quotes. That house does not look stable enough for people to walk into. Frightening.

  4. Oh, I would totally go in that house. Curious that some of us will line up to go inside. It doesn’t look at all frightening to me.

    But the link is weird. I click on it, the page appears, and then blanks out. I had to google upside down house to get to the video. The Freshome site wasn’t working for me.

    Still think there should be ruby slippers…

    recaptcha: He Temple

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