Despicable time

As he was reading his eyes began to bug 

                                                                                

it had been occurring to him
that the time he was living in was a despicable time

but Algren

                  deftly dismissed his worry and upset with Golden Arm  It wasnt 

Despicable time   is a continuum

“ . . all manner of lurid cries from the depths: of unwed mothers who plunged newborn infants down dumbwaiters in an oatmeal box or tossed them into a furnace in a cornflake carton because ‘God told me to.’  To announce, when a visitor remarked that the house seemed rather warm: “I know, I just put the baby in the stove.”

in kind he remembered Miller whisper in his ear Murder the Murderer  an excursus     The Air-Conditioned Nightmare

“ . . until all men become adept at living war will not cease . . The Christian world has welcomed every excuse to fight in the name of Christ . . There can be no end to this repetitious pattern until each and every one of us become as Christ, until belief and devotion transform our words into deeds . . mak(ing) the myth reality.”

Despicable time is a continuum

he caught his breath
stopped reading 
sat down on the street curb and set Algren in his lap

he blew his nose  made a Rorschach in his handkerchief
                                                                                            but he couldnt divine anything in its mess

it too  was inarticulate

he thought  the one thing  we seemed as a species exceptionally(there was that word again  haunting him)  . . as a species  we were exceptionally good at 
                                                                 suffering 

the trick to the game was to suffer least 
to manipulate whatever the circumstances were  within our reach and ability  and to benefit ourselves
because the other wasnt us  and why should the other deserve what we deserved more

we are selfish

when a volunteer is asked to step forward  the eidget  outside of the game  finds himself stepped forward as everyone else en masse steps back

ahn mas   ahs
geniuses arent they

he couldnt help but wonder  who was asking for volunteers in this divisive  deleterious  scheme

Yes  one could suggest cream rises to the top

       but one could also suggest when a full shovel is tossed in a sieve  gold is found at its bottom

he didnt worry about the unfortunate women whose hands were bound and played against them
who were forced to make heinous choices

Gaaaad was as good a fallguy as were they

                                                                                 in the Twenty-First Century women were still being minimized
and manipulated across the globe by patriarchy which would have to be murdered before they would parse out
relinquish  any part of what they obsessively deemed Theirs

he blew his nose again to see if an inspiring Rorschach might have formed

it did not

the wind that had been in his face 
got matter into his eyes and made him choke at something in his throat 
had eased

he stood

opened up the Arm again to the place he closed it
 

he began reading
  

as he walked he was still aware that at his back despicable time kept pushing him

push    push      pushing

if only it would materialise into a human form  then as Algren said  “ . . what (it) need(ed was) a good Polish beatin’”                                                                                                        

thatd make him happy

afternoon,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  8  7. 15
1546,  Thursday,  9  7. 15