28.4.15



He worked himself into that most enviable place       
                                                                                    at his diningroom table   on elbow
leaning over a sheet of paper
slyly tempted by a brown paper bag
amused by their naked brown and white skins

they tickled his thinking   coerced him to determine the ink he might use                                                                                                

gingerly  he fingered a pen dismissed the pencil                                                                                                                              
the white would obviously take all comers                                                                                                                     
                                                                     as white did
and if brown  if he didnt use black ink hed screw himself because as it was he often was unable to read
what he wrote afterwards
his mad scribbling putting his words and ideas at risk     illegible     hard to unfold
though  to be sure 
                              what he eked out of them  probably  were better than he originally wrote
and being that he perpetually rewriote
he squeezed the text for a better word
created inflections
altered space

evolved


               he could hardly wait to see what finally shook out  stopped moving  too fuckin tired to take another step
while the faces in the trees outside the window nodded or shook their heads to the wind that drove them  and the animals the totems who subtly offered advice hidden in the clouds were obscured by thin sleeves of silver rain that rarely fell from California skies  he wished the rain like the jabber of a cocky bluejay penetrating the glass was accompanied by peals of thunder and jagged lightning by the pissed off howls and shrieks of a freshborn babe
who detested their new world  kicked to the curb  tossed from their gardens embrace

                                                                                                                    too fuckin tired to take another step

then rolled over and picked through
worked on by a pitiless homeless who wouldnt dare miss a trick   

who would eat a dog off its leash

 



2212,  Friday,  24  4. 15
1033,  Saturday,  25 4. 15
 Yahs boithday

27.4.15



Its  funny  not laughably funny
queer perhaps  is a better word
when you recognise that what youre hearing is also overdubbed with another language
aimed at those who hang on the coded words within a speech

it was irksome  he thought  that some people tried to be slick 
choosing not to be plain-spoken
refusing to hold their discourse out in front of the shimmering veil they hid it behind

not that that would happen 

being plain-spoken carries culpability

and the desire of coded words is deniability
I didnt say that
Youre putting words in my mouth
You misunderstood my intentions


coded word are articulated  acknowledging or addressing a specific subaudience
their specialised listeners

not all were dire 
                           physicians  physicists  engineers  attorneys economists
though others were

but theyd deny it


he listened to a program regarding transgender children                                                         
                                                                                           NO(he didnt have to hear it  to hear it)
Where the hell do you suppose transgender teens and adults come from
and during the discussion he picked up three parcels which were impossible not to be code

Persistent
Consistent
Insistent

they might as well have been pointing their fingers at him
at his belligerence  and affected curmudgeonness
                                                                                 though he didnt really SEE the pair as derogatory
not as other people saw them or accused him of being 

all he ever did
                        was respond when his triggers were pulled
Know Thyself
he fuckin knew himself like a book  and chose NEVER to cross himself
if that hurt someones feeling or bothered them
they best not look for apologises from him
they werent coming


persistent  consistent  insistent

having known transsexuals  now called transgender
three more potent words couldnt have been used to describe what he heard  unremittingly  in all of their life stories

they were eye-openers

they not only opened the book they tore it in half   turned it into rags
by comparison
                         anyone elses lives  were simple


it seemed  even then  he was attracted to the unorthodox      the Odd
and how unOdd they were if you stopped   and took the time to really experience them
choke down what repelled you  ignorantly
 
looked and saw what truly was revealed


he couldnt guarantee that you wouldnt wish to be pithed afterwards
to forget

              itd be the only way you could
 


   

2045,  Wednesday,  22  4. 15    

26.4.15



As he read The Peripheral by Gibson
 
his deft handling of the Future
yanking a stub out of the Past and the interface with it  
                                                                                                 speculative scifi

he recognised that in the Future people had to pay for their privacy  if they wanted any
Anonymity  was being a cash cow

Living  was compliance with the dictates of the sketchy society                                                
            and being available to any and all who wanted access to you

even advertisements unfurled on the streets  in their windows  inside the shoppes
were loaded up with your personal preference to game you
                                                                                                    and like salesmen
who put their size 14 shoe in your doorway
you couldnt stomp their foot  even if you wanted to

everyone and everything had access to you at home and in the public sphere
Solicitation
                  was the belligerent elephant in the room or bull in the china shoppe of your lap


he supposed  after all  it wasnt really speculative scifi  

not with anonymity suspect these days

Privacy
              the Lamb slaughtered on the trumped up Altar of September 11 and beyond
by the Project for the New American Century(PNAC)*
whose position papers he read in ’97
whose major tenants entered the White House with the Younger  and Clueless
it all coldly reminded him  --  very naturally  --  of Mein Kampf

Then  all anyone had to do was read its vileness to recognise what Hitler would do if he came to power
his social intentions despicably apparent

Mein Kampf was as non-speculative a text as ever written


he recognised that as a boy
bearing only a boys intellect and experience

Why
         he couldnt remember now
he did remember asking his parents if they had read it then
they hadnt

when he asked why they hadnt

they shrugged



probably the same shrugging that continues unabated to-day





1737,  Wednesday,  22  4. 15
*Sen. Rubio’s presidential gambit is named the New American Century
http://www.newsweek.com/marco-rubio-promises-new-american-century-launch-presidential-bid-322148