[ih – neyn]

[ih – neyn]

                  it aint

he took distinct derision and offence to the stone-chiseled memorial erected in the old graveyard beside the Mission chapel

the fact that its ignorance remained  had traipsed down through the years since it was bestowed
that it hadnt been shattered or effaced(it wouldnt be considered desecrating Holy ground) or ground away with tools to nothingness(which would have been better) upset him

apparently his grievance or offence was uncommon among the many that whiled away their time visiting the Mission
its museum and grounds and old graveyard

committed in stone

                                it referred to thousands of indigenous Indians who were committed to this wretched drawn earth which couldnt support crops or plants  desolate earth formed  it seemed  to be nothing more than a graveyard to hold their crumbling remains

the nameless converted souls(he imagined) who were buried there and attributed on a pylon of stone   Inians

Inians

he read a Donald Barthleme quote the other day   I prefer the inane . . . the ane(one) is often inutile(of no use) to the artist

Joanna Scott who cited Barthleme went on to express that the ane  its certainities  its direct connections between words and meaning  assured him that truth could be expressed through language*

he read furthur for himself

he was horrified

                            inane from the Latin  inanis   the word meaning empty  void  or worthless

he engendered the sneaking suspicion that the stonecarver did not err when he carved Inians  his private HA or AH

belittling a People with a word jumble from inanis

if the man werent dead  he would happily have given him his chisel or hammer inanus

because he was crude that way
  

when he took offence he liked to return it

for that matter he wasnt beyond excoriating the throngs that had come since and witnessed the telltale contempt

had a white mans stone been arrant
he was certain their family wouldnt have allowed it to be placed or stand incorrect at the head of their grave

he couldnt imagine this slight any differently

or the only difference was

no one felt slighted

                                or considered it a blatant  unmistakable outrage

cynically he thought   H O W

1800-ish,  Friday,  7  8. 15

 1158,  Saturday,  8  8. 15

* http://www.thenation.com/article/where-now-lets-go/