“in·fib·u·late  infibulate  (ĭn-fĭb′yə-lāt′)  tr.v. in·fib·u·lat·ed, in·fib·u·lat·ing, in·fib·u·lates”  he read as he sipped at his mornings first cup of black coffee  “to close off or obstruct the genitals of, especially by sewing together the labia majora in females or fastening the prepuce in males, so as to prevent sexual intercourse.”  and swallowing the coffee he burnt his tongue  “(Medicine) (tr) to enclose (esp the genitals, to prevent sexual intercourse) with a clasp  [C17: from Latin infībulāre, from in-² + fibula clasp, fibula]”  Ohboy

he opted to let his coffee cool realising(it dawned on him) that reading this might have easily replaced his sip and saved him the discomfort of burning his tongue

howd he get there

Yes

he opened the London Review of Books Jenny Turners A New Kind of Being The Invention of Angela Carter

Who

she wrote The Sadeian Women  of course Sade he read Sade years ago all the novels remarked upon in the article

wanting to read a review of it he brought up a site called Tendance Coatesy and therein found the word infibulate in reference to the grim ending of Sades book Philosophy in the Bedroom

doubling back because Tendance Coatesy was enormously curious he found that tendance meant the attention or care ministration of the sick and coatesy meant(from urban dictionary) to be stupid to the point of mental retardation or a person who was genuinely retarded and either makes no sense at all or serves no positive purpose to society

(Aahh Drumpf  --  coatesy   coatesy  --  Drumpf)

he hadnt know either

it had been an explicit morning  sensationally educational

his coffee was cold     

it wasnt often he woke up and immediately fell into the morass the abyss of his ignorance of words which until then he had not found despite his zest and relish for reading the dictionary

Quenelle  

a French anti-Semitic gesture  one snaps their arm up and across their chest so their fingers touch their opposite shoulder  

it is less obvious than the German Sieg Heil

but no less profane

                 although profanity as beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

0747,  Friday,  28  10. 16

https://tendancecoatesy.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/pornography-and-the-left-angela-carters-sadeian-woman/

John Coltrane  A Love Supreme  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clC6cgoh1sU

 

 .    . . .   . . .  rain?  .. .    . .   . . .  . .   . . . . . .    . .  .   . . ..  . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   rain    rare in semi-arid California

rarer in now-arid burning California

the rain began by spotting

                    like a womans period

he crossed his fingers until they hurt

then it rained

Thank you he said out loud  he wasnt shy to thank ithe was grateful

the wetted dust bitched

the trees and plants grew visibly taller stretching into it turning their faces up and throwing open their mouths and throats

bees hid under the parasols of wild flowers they were gathering pollen and nectar from

hitting the blacktop pavement the raindrops looked like bluedsilver flint sparks

streamlets ran laughing in the street gutters

fallen leaves gaggled as they were swept on

they gargled and they splashed each other as they moved vertically – Whats this – strange having known only falling down from the branches they budded on and leapt from

soon the trees began to weep

hed pay good money to see them shake the water from themselves like dogs

maybe they did at night

                         when no one was watching when everyone was tucked away in their cells

no self-respecting tree wanted to be confused with a four-legged dog

though secretly they were dismayed they couldnt bark or howl  such queer delicious vibrations ran through them when they did and secretly they also wished they had legs so they could lift them on dogs  but no self-respecting tree downwind wanted to be pissed on either

the rain yammered

he listened to it he eavesdropped

he secretly wished he knew its tongue so he could interlope on its stories and talk penetrate its obvious jokes because it laughed quietly when it misted and ferociously during its downpour when its sheets pealed across the sky and land whipped the sea and scoured the stoic mountains plucking boulders from their sockets tumbling them downhill engorging creeks and streams and rivers the clogged waters going where they wished

exactly where they wished

1413,  Thursday,  27  10. 16

Erykah Badu  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHLWK6u4u0w&spfreload=5