Personalities and Noisy Dogs

Just like Kilgore trout, Kurt Vonnegut's alter ego once(while both were alive) dictated to him all his thoughts, ideas and other forms of dust from the top of his head, my alter ego named Troyna Presario who is about 70 years older than I am and therefore imagines himself to be much wiser and smarter than me also keeps finding it important to give me all his crap. I am grateful to the crap I am given, always have been. Troyna Presario, a devout atheist only refers to God when it is to derogatorize him/her or to bring his/her divine pedestal lower than it has been brought by time's so called religious men. He once told me at the age of 80 something, I must have been a teenager, that, "I think I should live to a 100 at least, if not, then there is a racist god up there." He said with a smile, quite happy with his joke. Troyna Presario is a man who was born and brought up in Bangladesh, which was then part of the British Empire of India. He has a white passport now.

Last night when I went to sleep in an unfamiliar bedroom there were noisy dogs outside. I wanted them killed last night. Today morning in the light of the sun I saw the same dogs, tired from their late night escapades fast asleep under cars and drains. I dont want them killed anymore but I wish they will not come around tonight again to remind of the absence of my nightmares and with it the disappearance of my sleep.

Great Surreal Art

The Persistence Of Memory-Salvador Dali

Slaughterhouse-Five

Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children's Crusade, a Dirty Dance With Death is my favourite book. A magazine summed up the book and Vonnegut's uncanny writing style by saying, "Our finest black humourist....we laugh in self-defense." Another on called Vonnegut " a laughing prophet of doom". For me Vonnegut is the greatest author the 20th century has produced( I was going to say time immemorial but that would get a bit too much, though i do think he his the best ever). When I laugh in his books, two seconds later I am introspecting whether it was right to laugh at dead corpses or other gruesome details that Vonnegut satires so amazingly. He makes us think about or own thoughts. He died only a week after I read Slaughterhouse-Five so that was a loss everyone in the literary world felt equally i guess. I am now going to publish an extract from Slaughterhouse-Five. It is a conversation between Billy Pilgrim and a Tralfamadorian.



"Where am I?" said Billy Pilgrim

"Trapped in another blob of amber, Mr. Pilgrim. We are where we have to be just now-three hundred million miles from Earth, bound for a time warp which will get us to Tralfamadore in hours rather than centuries."

"How-how did I get here?"

"It would take another Earthling to explain it to you. Earthlings are great explainers, explaining why the event is structured as it is, tell how other events may be achieved or avoided. I am a Tralfamadorian, seeing all time as you might see a stretch of the Rocky Mountains. All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber."
"You sound to me as though you don't believe in free will," said Billy Pilgrim

"If I hadn't spent so much time studying Earthlings," said the Tralfamadorian, "I wouldn't have any idea what was meant by 'free will'. I've visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on Earth is there any talk of free will."

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Hello friends my name is Troyna Prezario and I am the owner of this fantastically dull blog...My hobbies/interests in life are football, music, art, film, photography, celluloid and books. I live in a mystical land full of opportunities, dreams, ideas and vibrant art. It doesn't matter if the opportunities come at other peoples expenses, if one man's dream is bringing another man's nightmare to life, if the ideas are leading to self-destructing black hole or if the last piece of vibrant art that was created was when dust was created(which i presume was a long time ago). So welcome to my blog, I am Troyna Prezario and if you don't like it here then why don't you go back to where you came from? TrPr