MadPole is the loudest being I have ever met. His voice
is heard on Neptune, when the wind is blowing in the
right direction. Funny thing is, in contrast to most
loud people, MadPole has curious things to say! This
MadPole section of my site contains but a tiny
sampling of such prolific utterances, but you'll get
the idea. However MadPole is like a rock band. You can
buy the CD, but to understand the phenomenon there is
no substitute for the
Live Experience.
A year ago, at my careless suggestion, MadPole tried out
the Internet Chess Club. He promptly joined of his own accord,
after idling pleasant hours chatting to people - often until
5 in the morning.
He probably holds the longevity record for having played
zero games of chess on ICC. I hear that he broke this incredible
chess drought the other week. I can't help but feel that his
games are probably the most eccentric ever to have been played
on ICC - or
anywhere. (He quit recently, but might
rejoin. The matter is in a state of flux!)
If ever I met a real, living philosopher, then MadPole is
he. Were Plato were alive today, and MadPole were to swig
a pint too much hemlock on a rowdy night on the tiles, then
the future will be blessed indeed. In a couple of millennia
philosophy students will read Madpolian philosophy and be
amazed. And they will wonder what it must have been like to
talk to such a fucked up chap.
It can be said that I have had that experience... When he's
sober it is incredible enough: the conversation will race
and weave. After a few pints of hemlock the topic meanders
and swerves and flows without friction from one profound pasture
to another. There is literally neither break nor pause, even
when the subject changes completely. (An exception may occur
during the need to oblige the call of nature after about the
fourth pint).
This prolific spewing of philosophy is down to MadPole's
uncanny ability to weld unconnected words and concepts into
new, unrelated insights. He lets slip the most lateral and
wondering brain of anyone I have known. It is down to the
rest of us to untangle his tight knots of meaning. But beware!
Unlike the Gordian Knot, the Madpolian Knot is not apt to
be sliced asunder by a mere sword of steel. For the material
sword will pass harmlessly through the nebulous threads, leaving
the whole unscratched.
People ask me if MadPole is real. He's
unreal.
But he exists! If you listen carefully enough, and the wind
is blowing in the right direction, then maybe
you can
hear him...
-
Jim
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