he blamed Tolstoy

Hadji Murat

             the fleeting corruptible nature of national and religious identity

The Prisoner of the Caucasus

                               “The night were short. He saw light through a chink.”

mined alien words  aoul  saklya  beshmet he hadnt a cluethey could be whatever he wanted 

attempts to bridge the crevasse of otherness

                                                 Otherness  a tactic  a conscious prejudice divider

he blamed Dostoevsky

Notes from the Underground

The Brothers Karamazov

he blamed his daughters for making him read them again  they were books they had been assigned for their high school Advanced English  backing them up they had scintillating discussions of passages and chapters

                                                                                                      they wouldnt have been able to get through them if it hadnt been for himBOSH

                                                              an also if it hadnt been for him they said  they wouldnt have gotten through Shakespeare either he was a sucker for Shakespeare 

it seems people  we  have learned to distrust stories with messageswe disdain writers who bear ideas or ideologues which is what writers do

                            we do not like moralisers we do not want to be preached at we do not believe in answers or in endings

          our Faith is in ambiguity complexity irresolution doubt

                                                                       ambiguity   complexity   irresolution   doubt 

Life isnt that simple

Kikazaru

Mizaru

Iwazaru

monkeys

Hear No Evil

See No Evil

Speak No Evil

               he disagreed with evil  evil presumes religiosity  he didnt believe in religion  therefore nothing was evil though some things were bad or really really bad

                                              not evil

very likely written – ink looked the same – some time Sunnyday  13  6. 10

1300,  Thursday,  26  8. 21