immolated . . . by melancholy

resistant bit by bit

immolated 

by melancholy

  

                   a slow crawling                                                                                     

dull red coal that scavenges 

the moisture of tears                                                                                                                   scorches                                                                                                                                                the dry tortured tender beneath

deliberately

no sputtering

eating to its core vanquishing the pith where memories cling

                                                                                                  turning     and turning into 

morbid grey ash

she was bent

hurting

holding her elbows  

her fingertips white

                  he thought       and then he didnt try to get inside them       or pull them apart     

had he forced her 

he might have broken the only remaining rigidity 

                                                                                     that kept her    intact                    

and any attempt    now    to remedy it 

might have been more 

than she could possibly bear

                                                               their only choice was to tolerate her immolating 

melancholy

let a bridge   

                     let some deeply-held vestige slowly aggregate   contract    and then assume that which she had lost grip of

                    began Wednesday afternoon, June 4   completed 1954,  Friday,  6  6. 14

back to Bierce's Devil's Dictionary

Blowviate:

plugged in to All In with Chris Hayes this evening

his first segment is entitled “Bowe Bergdahl’s dad now in Fox crosshairs”

                                                                                                                     which is ludicrous

Fox hasnt crosshairs

crosshairs suggest fine weaponry

at best it possesses open sights

                                                        and Id run with U-notch and post or ghost ring sights

at 3 minutes and 5 seconds into the program Bill O’Reilly weighs in from the seat of his pants to address American POW Bowe Bergdahl’s dad:

                                                                            “He has learned to speak Pashto, the language 

of the Taliban, and looks like a Moslem (Im taking the spelling from the Levantine writer 

Nassim Nicholas Taleb).

Now, the reason I said Bob Bergdahl (the way he pronounces Bergdahl sounds like bird dog  -

Im not confident disrespect wasnt intended) looks like a Moslem . . . is that he looks like

a Moslem.

My job is to be honest, and to analyze honestly.

The man shows up at the White House (and fingers go up like quills on O’Reilly’s hand to count and demonstrate the ways he manages his honesty) looking like a Moslem; he speaks Pashto; 

he thanks Allah (which O'He pronounces a-la, which sounds suspiciously like à la, as in à la carte). 
It's inappropriate.

"I’ll tell ya this, Kurtz,

and you’ll ea - you’re gonna remember these words:

This father and this son . . . they were sympathetic to the Taliban.

That’s going to be borne out.

(talking over Kurtz's commentary)

That’s going to be borne out.”

                                                                               O’Reilly really brings out the tenacious in me

I never ever want to misquote his gall  bullshit

                                                                           or blowviating

                                                                                1316,  Friday,  70 years ago, D-Day,  6  6. 14