8.7.15

Racists, Werewolves and Vampyres . . . Oh My!



Our small neighborhood has seen it in recent years: an alleged vampyre murdered by a professed werewolf . . . and now a racist driving a pickup flaunting a Confederate flag.

I called the Police Department but the Dispatcher insisted it was the driver’s First Amendment Rights: “ . . . there are a lot of Mexicans who live here and they fly the Mexican flag . . .” 
 
Oh My!

Sometimes one wishes things like these were only fictitious or deranged fantasies.

I corrected the Dispatcher and reminded her that Mexico is an established sovereign Nation, Confederacists . . . were not (no foreign country ever established diplomatic relations with the South).


Being a small neighborhood my partner and I walked to the grocerystore. We passed the offensive truck parked on the public thoroughfare, it drove past us at West Mall and El Camino Real, and again as we were almost home.
It parked as we passed.

My partner asked, “What’s with the flag?”

The driver replied with a soundbite fitting the talking heads at FOX, “It’s heritage, not hate.”

We chorused, “It’s hate!”

The young man who exited the passenger side clutching two 40s of malt liquor replied, “What they taught us was false . . ."

I asked, “Who are they?”

He replied he looked it up.

I can imagine he used the Internet where you can find almost everything you want to find, and deranged fantasies.

Our exchange was interrupted by a woman who, standing before their attached garage, agape, stuffed helter skelter with boxes and sundry items yelled, “Do not engage. Do not engage. It’s ignorance.”

“Yes,” I yelled back, “is it ignorance.”


I find it curious, however, and blameful, she cried do not engage while flaunting a Confederate flag.




1245,  Wednesday,  8  7. 15
 

7.7.15



What
          if we 

if we
          arent 
who we think we are 

arent what we think we are


or
          we dont think  at all

thenwhatarewe



whatarewe
                           
          if all our processes arent ours
if were automatons
game pieces
puppets 

humouring unseen hands
that disappear beyond the wrists into dimensions a human being has no comprehension of
or concept for

any more than an ant might comprehend a human being

 

or something less


then



          what then



he looked into her eyes and realeyesed her fear  afraid to open his mouth for a croak or something mawkish or aberrant to come out 

she witnessed something he couldnt see and to say anything except the perfect thing would minimize her experience

without words
                        he held her
as a parent would hold their babe wakened by a nightfright
without the tongue to convey that they would be alright
that they were there
                                  and understood without understanding




dream,  Sunday AM,  5  7. 15
2114,  Sunday,  5  7. 15

6.7.15



And Spring brought me forth the horrifying laughter of the idiot

it looked better in French
                                                Et le printemps m'a apporté l'affreux rire de l'idiot                             

even if one had to stumble through it
they had their phonetics  they could approximate it

Hell!  half the time in-cuntry he heard approximates incurred of the English language  

but that wasnt anything in comparison to the horrifying laughter of the idiot

coming from places he wouldnt think idiots could rise



Et le printemps m'a apporté l'affreux rire de l'idiot                                    
                                                                                 imbruted the voyant Arthur Rimbaud

who also cried for the matter of making the soul monstrous
fashioning it as Hugos camprachicos
                                                             kidnappers
who mutilated children in order to exhibit them as monsters
(Leave No Child Behind) 
                                                                                                                  

still

        he could imagine a coin flipped and the other side mocking him for believing as he did
the beauty and the shagreen of the American process(he couldnt call it democracy(Big or little d)  even if he wanted)




still 
 
        in the air waft idiot laughter
idiot laughter in historic halls
                                                                                                        
                                                   in seclusion 
barred from alert eyes   denied to see   deafened to hear   stronger stomachs to bear its stench



idiot laughter 

to serve Idiots




1500,  Saturday,  4  7. 15
 2036,  Sunday,  5  7. 15