25.12.21

 

intereffigial unspace
                     Whar da fucks that   supposed anywhar he wanted 
its Miévilles

had to tip his cap to China
                           cats waaayoutahead of him but hed thank him for direction
couldnt say how many times he sought ithadnt been afraid to ask
                                                                     punks earnestly offered him misdirection
funny
      to them

they managed a thinned dollop of frustration
                                               but his camel had a stout back they threw on straws
all they did was sidetrack him for a bit
                                              eventually he endedup where he was heading arrivingholding in his hands more history than he knew what to do with
                                               he committed thatvaulted it in his skull
queer when it exitedTADAH like when pants split or a woman suffers a wardrobe malfunction notorious to the entertainment field 
                 feeled


intereffigial unspace was a comfort
                                     I am droit de prestidigitateur la magie magicien sorcier illusionniste looksreads better in French
          but ofcourse
                       he sought to moisten panties worked hardlike a muthafucker on his accent  when out he shut up  he let them wrestleplay out the rest
                                   who wants to fuck local Im gonna fuck me a foreigner. Fuck me strange. then they had stories to tell their grandchildren who a generation removed might listen their children were contemporarytoo close to the bone maybe too inexpert  liesreally good lies need time to mellowbecome effortless seamless become facile believable particularly if one is a bad teller

a bad teller SHAMEShame shame 
                                   it helped to tell stories as a child he entertained others then there were the stories he told himself  they were most satisfying 
                                         You believe that   I do; wouldnt you have me believe?
he did 

never was keen on rhetoric         

once upon a time in the early Twentyfirst Century
0036,  Saturday AwwChristmas morning,  25  12. 21

 

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically, that he remakes it in his image.
                                                                  Joan Didion

he preferred the sentence up to remembering most obsessively
                                                                   remaking a place violates it
those that attracted him were unspoiled

he obsessed they remain untouched

when barbed wire went up he cut it down midspan the posts at their bases

he painted blackface TRESPASSERS WILL BE VIOLATED signs sure hed be forgiven

he knew the land  entered on foot if pursuedpush came to shove he could ride the river out

he kept vigileyes peeled from secluded overlooks

he had books all the time in the worlds

the landowners no they didnt were tenacious

he was obsessed


obsession dominates tenacity



somebody wouldnt know if they met him
earlier this Century,  mebbe 2010 mebbe not
1411,  Thursday,  23  12. 21
Tony Allen  Never Satisfied  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08nuPYZBFMo