High Suspicion (2)

 

Süssmayr’s Simple Formula

Franz Xaver Süssmayr, the composer born in 1766, is only remembered for completing Mozart’s famous unfinished Requiem, a Requiem that was effectively a High Mass for Mozart’s own death as a simple formula by Mozart to delay his own death indefinitely by deliberately leaving this Requiem unfinished so it would never need to be a Requiescat in Pace. Mozart in fact failed to foresee Süssmayr’s malicious guile in using a competing formula to prolong the Süssmayr legacy that would otherwise have vanished altogether by now if it were not for his having completed the Mozart Requiem when he did.

Strange how the set structure of music history can melt and morph to the twelve tone technique of serial alternate worlds. 

The Susceptibilities of Sight and Sound

Toby worked for Blind Eye hidden in plain sight within the umbrella of High Suspicion, except he had the benefit of two blind eyes to turn instead of one. He thus had susceptibilities of sight unknown to many, a vision and visibility that were akin to a philosophical insight or inner eyesight that made whatever views visible out there clearer and more real than actually seeing them by means of physical eyes with optic fuses.

We, as a group, were given the job of repairing the rifts in the roofs of structures downward, rifts that had been induced by the softening entropy of music. Melody we needed to turn into noise as baffle or buffer, tonality to its opposite, creating 12 tone techniques as healing embodiments via the serialism of alternate worlds. 

Even now, I can visualise Toby looking from the battlements of the castle that we had been commissioned  to renovate simply to preserve glorious views from such a high surveillance point where Toby and others were now situated, views that stretch  into the distance with the ownership of a blind magician who  knew that he could see further than any of the others beside him up there. 

As ever, I had been given a job down below, not even a case of low surveillance but more a case of an inching, secretive suspicion of telepathy and, by this means, constructing words to describe what the higher ones suspect they can see, viz. huge waves of time with Solution via painterly landscape, Method and Means for even Artificial Intelligence (cloistered within the organisation) to flourish without endangering those of us who had somehow created them.

Above all, the horizon was populated by slowly moving miniatures half by half and half again, miniatures as massive giants, only miniature by dint of distance, their big heads dipping to the Dying Fall within every music piece imaginable, an interim paradox of New Hope and Happy Ending. Meantime, the Schoenberg created AirPod shocks disguised as a clatter of piano keys. And I pushed the buds even deeper into my ears so that I could see better what the others saw. In this way I was first granted the Power of Suspectibilty, as I now call it.

Footnote: I think, based on research, these miniatures demonstrate the first ever uses of ‘High Suspicion’ and ‘Suspectibility’ outside the more esoteric elements of the Medical and the Scientific fields respectively.

The Ironic Oubliettes of Lockdown (an intermission)

In the last few days, I’ve heard so much about governmental dysfunction and bullying during the pandemic, and therefore I have been impelled to include a few observations here in my High Suspicion project to include due elements of Blind Eye and Hidden in Plain Sight — as well as my coinage of the word Suspectibility as a power that has recently coarsened any susceptibilities to respectability or to any vestige of dignity since castle walls were erected by Trump as inspired by Brexit, resulting in further strips of inflamed land together with pockets of chaos and claustrophobia.

Who Scuppered the Scapegoat?

The question of who scuppered the Scapegoat now comes as the next point in the agenda when dealing with High Suspicion, and Blind Eye, although many consider them effectively to form the same body. But for the purposes of this miniature within a massive whole, I shall deem them as separate. How else could anyone proceed? A rhetorical question.

When I first encountered the ruins of the crucial castle within the forest, I was staggered by how it had settled into a shape quite different from what it had been when upright as a castle, in contrast with structural ruins, ancient or otherwise, that normally maintain the general configuration of the original structure. Take the St. Botolph’s Priory Abbey ruins in Colchester as the optimum example of normality as a roughly maintained configuration, as shown in most textbooks containing studies of evolving ruins through history. So I immediately set up a Strategy Committee that we stationed — near the ‘abnormal’ ruins of the crucial castle — a purpose-built Portakabin under the direction of Sir Toby Easement. You may remember him. You don’t? Well, I shall proceed and maybe fill in any blanks in retrospect. You surely must know he had been nicknamed the Scapegoat when High Suspicion had finished with him. And, oh yes, he was famously blind from birth, giving him many specialised  skills that the rest of us don’t possess while he obviously lacked the skills derived from eyesight. He was also primed to absorb readily any loose blame so that others would would not be blamed when Music again turned into its own virally negative Pandemic without any authorities professional enough to mitigate or suppress it (or even spread it in the hope of herd immunity) and this was because of the idiots and charlatan and quacks they had put in charge.

Why did we employ a blind man? It seems ironic that hearing or listening was not considered to be relevant in any way. The medical condition of Zombie Ears was the proof of that, and anyone who had suffered Music after a certain date when it became a Pandemic automatically developed a syndrome that was later known with this name of Zombie Ears as you know. You shake your head? Well, I shall leave you to study the relevant documents at the back of this file that I shall leave with you. And, I can now tell you officially that the Sir Toby’s pink Portakabin has now been moved here so that you can examine every part of it and, oh yes, I see that, at this juncture, the miniature memorandum headed ‘’Who Scuppered the Scapegoat’ has reached its statuary limit of size, and I shall return with the next memorandum when you have finished the initial work. But please do remember that even words, like structures, have ruins, too, and the original of this miniature itself as an official document later to be filed may become quite reshaped, even partly rewritten, after a while, as their ruins as words accrue different purposes with different grammatical and semantic structures. Well done. Good luck with any cocooning should there be further waves of the Music syndrome and do have a fruitful time in your work here and please don’t bang your head or trip over unexpected things when it’s dark!