Si Talia Jungere Possis Sit Tibi Scire Satis
Greg Grummer

“I am not lost”– Anonymous             

 

So, in the movie Masked and Anonymous, Giovanni Ribisi gets on this bus and he is beat
like Jack Kerouac was beat, or like Jack Kerouac would’ve been beat had he understood

On The Road better, or even The Subterraneans

and then had he, Jack Kerouac, gone insane and then become sane again like Carl Jung
did while writing the red book, insane and then sane, repeating this process, and here

I’m no longer certain if I’m talking about Kerouac, or Jung, but whatever,

doing this until becoming as beat as Giovanni Ribisi, riding that bus near the end of
Masked and Anonymous, sitting down next to Bob Dylan, who, in this movie, as in all
others, positions himself, I guess, as “the stranger,”

and Giovanni sits next to Bob and begins a long  tale of “non sum qualis eram”
reporting how he, Giovanni Ribisi, has been working for the partisans and the contras,

for the guerrillas and for the enemies of the guerrillas, and then going to work for the
other side of that whole construction,

and then fighting against himself and killing only members of his family because of the
blood feud he had with his family for killing other members of his family,

and then going to work for the government  again, this time for money, in that
way hoping to remove the merely political from the equation,

and then betraying the government because the government betrayed the people
for money,

and then Giovanni further mentions that he then betrayed the people
because the people betrayed their own best principles for extra money,

the people refusing to act even in their own best interests which might have
brought them sufficient monies to not live like that, but did not,

and so they, the people, I’m guessing, continued to act in the best interests
of the enemies of the people, who Giovanni Ribisi was currently working for as well,

therefore he killed them,

so you can see how, at this point, or some other, it might all break down for Ribisi,
not being folks like us, inured to the same old same old

by our frank disenthusiasms for the provocations of history

until finally he, Giovanni, gets on this bus full of people, these folk peoples, who now, in
this part of the movie, are joined by this charged version of

everyman, Giovanni Ribisi,

giving off all sorts of crazy-heat as he peregrinates up and down the various rings of
energy of this particular geopolitical atom,

getting on as he does their particular bus, sitting down next to Bob Dylan, “the stranger”,
Giovanni then telling this story, at the conclusion of which

he proffers the last strategy available one who has voted in every possible
sexual position—

he leaps off the bus to tell this same story to a gathering of paramilitaries,
or their exact opposites, at which point these folks put several rounds of semi-automatic

fire into the air which Giovanni then runs into, wearing such for a moment on the outer
garments of his prefecture

before allowing these toys to come into him, confirming, if necessary, that if

ab abusu ad usum non valet consequentia, then

Caedite eos novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius,

having already pretty much established that

calix meus inebrains

and most definitely

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.

Cogito ergo sum? 

No.

Cogito ergo nil.

lol