The Plotinus
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Incarcerated for his subversive connection to the old, living world, a prisoner makes the most of his isolation in this captivating allegorical tale about tyranny, conviction, and the enduring power of imagination.
Upon setting out for a morning walk with his knobby stick in hand, a young man is arrested by a robot called the Plotinus and abandoned in a cell where one beam of sunlight beckons through an air duct. Rapping his knuckles against the vent to relay his tale of woe in code, he recalls his lost love and their group’s forbidden activities; his readings in philosophy and the sciences; and sweet memories of freedom’s small pleasures. As the captive confronts his increasingly dire circumstances with rigorous optimism, the appearance of fantastical visitors and miraculous objects in his cell further blurs the line between hallucination and dystopian reality. Told with uncanny warmth and intellectual brio, The Plotinus is Rikki Ducornet’s most unforgettable story yet.
Rikki Ducornet
Rikki Ducornet is a transdisciplinary artist. Her work is animated by an interest in nature, Eros, tyranny and the transcendent capacities of the creative imagination. She is a poet, fiction writer, essayist, and artist, and her fiction has been translated into fifteen languages. Her art has been exhibited internationally, most recently with Amnesty International’s traveling exhibit I Welcome, focused on the refugee crisis. She has received numerous fellowships and awards including an Arts and Letters Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the Bard College Arts and Letters Award, the Prix Guerlain, a Critics’ Choice Award, and the Lannan Literary Award for Fiction. Her novel The Jade Cabinet was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award.
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The Plotinus - Rikki Ducornet
Agitated and pressed for time, I grabbed the knobby stick—a harmless memento of the footpath—now long gone—that had for a time provided access to the woods (such as they were) and ran into the street unprepared for the inevitable encounter (such a dope!) with the Plotinus. A shriek later and my knobby stick was reduced to dust along with my shoes and socks, my coveralls—these losses accompanied by a blinding light, ear pain impossible to articulate, and my arrest.
Secluded in a closet, its air vent accessible on tiptoe, I relate this in code using my knuckles against the grid to whoever will listen. (Very few can possibly decipher my desperate rappings, but the one who does will be the right one. Even in good times, when we would set off for the woods together with our knobby sticks, to bury the birds as they fell from the sky, we were not many.)
They tell me that my transgressions—if merely phenomenological—are punishable by a public scouring, and so I live each day thankful for what I have, although what I have—apart from my threadbare aspirations—is only the sack. If given a chance, I will request another, not because I like it, but because the one I have—if it conceals my apertures as the Powers would have it—leaves my knees and legs bare. If and when my request is gratified (one must remain hopeful), I will ask for my socks back or, preferably, a new pair. I like to imagine the socks are brought to me in a white cardboard box, and that they are wrapped in white tissue paper stamped with the manufacturer’s name: Mothwing. Each night before sleep (such as it is) the box appears as if by enchantment, and I whisper: Here you are! Praise destiny! I open the box very slowly, and I take my time with the paper, too. Sometimes I fall asleep even before I see the socks!
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The first pair of socks I received were yellow—a transgressive color, so like the Sun, so like the yolk of an egg. If it came to be known that I owned a pair of yellow socks, the color of an evil star, of the yolk of an egg— the tangible proof of procreation—it would all be over.
The yellow socks warmed my feet, and that first night I slept until a thin ribbon of light made its way into the closet, awakening me. Looking down at my feet, I saw that the socks were gone—a good thing as had the Vector appeared, he would have seen them at once, and then … But this did not happen. The socks are programmed to dissolve at the break of light; a mere whisper is enough to stimulate their dissolution. (I do not know if in the long run the process will adversely affect my feet.) Between you and me, things would be so much better all around if I could keep the socks and be provided with a second sack.
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I can never tell when the Vector will show up, for he moves about cloaked in his Ginza and treading air. His aversion to the Sun is so great he wears two Ginzas, one on his body (such as it is) and one on his head. This makes for an impressive entry. Always he asks that I remove my sack so that he may look upon my scars— each one corresponding to an evil deed. The first time this occurred I pointed out that the scars had been inflicted arbitrarily by the Plotinus on that fateful morning when I left the house (such as it was) with the knobby stick. Until then I had not a scab to my name. Now when the Vector pops in, I attempt to flatter him and then, once primed, use what is left of my wits to suggest that like the cold white Moon, my scars provide a key to a vast cosmical system that, once unraveled, will reveal that like a painted turtle, my body provides a map that leads directly to the Throne of Memory. I am, I tell