he found among his scrawled-upon pages an allusion to sympathy

specifically Sympathy for the Other *

it sounded like him   sympathy   and the Other     he was a strong proponent of both 

however   beside it in another colored ink was printed the date April 1 2007  which was unlike him

he would have written it 1  4. 07

 

foolish boy 

                   April Fools Day?

he wondered if he would fall it if he hadnt set himself up long ago and now it had been forgotten amid all the trash

and extraneous debris that spun hopelessly on the whirlwind of his mind and imagination

a candied apple offered by Sleeping Beautys hag

would he take a bite

                                 would he

fuck if he wasnt curious

how could he resist

it was twined with the familiarity of the Stones Sympathy for the Devil

the simple enunciation or evocation of  sympathy for  tickled him to conclude the phrase with  the devil

perhaps he had intended it for himself

an insinuation that the Devil and the Other may be one in the same

of course not

tho he had met and known enough cows of human beings who desperately would affirm the Devil and the Other

as one in the same 

                                frightfully ignorant

reminding him of another quote he gleaned and penned to himself among the same shuffled pages

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us ~ 
                                                                                                                                                                                  Sartre

a nice insight or insartre or insert to wrestle with alone

 

he couldnt write with someone around him or in the same room because he talked and brayed to himself  conversed played the parts in the innumerous ways the parts could be played sartorial   satirical   scatological   sadistic   

on an on an

these red words on a white page were only fragments or fingerprints on a sheet of glass

 

revealed only where he chose to place his hands

                       

proof of something

 

for the bulk of him his physicality his thoughts anguish his humor  they twisted unseen beyond the mere evidence

of his fingerprints

                              they werent needed  they werent unwanted  they were not to be shared or captured

he took the bait

he didnt fool himself

there actually was a Sympathy for the Other

1451,  Thursday,  29  10. 15

* http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/01/books/review/Wieseltier.t.html?_r=0&ex=&pagewanted=all

~ https://flipchartfairytales.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/you-can-break-out-of-your-box-but-others-may-try-to-put-you-back/

he was rummaging around on the internet and found a discontinued/defunct doctoral blog site called haecceity

haecceity  so very clean and delicious  written entirely in lowercase  meaning  --  prior he had no idea the word even existed  --  (philosophy) the property that uniquely identifies an object  Compare quiddity  (philosophy) the essential nature of something

and smack daub stick-a-finger-in-your-eye the author professes her fascination with Walter Benjamin and his concept of the flaneur

  

more appropriately  le flâneur                                                       

                                                French meaning stroller dawdler loiterer

said not to have an English (or American) equivalent

which probably means whomever denied an equivalent may have been trying hard to be polite or was perhaps afraid an American might be offended(a thin-skinned bunch their exceptional feeling easily bruised or Indispensable Nation status timorous) and bust them in nose with a bunched fist

Americans are the most violent Homo sapiens in the world(not to let the Latin  wise person  fool anyone)

they start wars rather than sit down and talk out problems

 

they sentence and execute inmates from among the largest penal system in the world 

 

they shoot and kill children in grammar schools and colleges  families at movies houses  politicians on the stump

 

one might dare say

                                 there isnt one rock not overturned or hidden crease exposed where Americans cant find victims cowering and shoot them to death for their obnoxious cowardliness

indeed  bloodthirsty Americans have gone so far as to accept their Peace officers bathed in the light of an Occupying Force(as they heard over the radio in Korea and witnessed on their black-and-white or colored televisions when Daddy got home for dinner during the Vietnam War then the Shock-and-Awe blitzkrieg(technologically Cool!) in Afghanistan Iraq and returned to Afghanistan again   –   and then some)

they have gone so far as to provide their Police cover to murder fellow citizens because the Police were in fear for their lives(on their say so) or assumed-violent citizens who defied their barked directives while those citizens deferred to their personal Conscience and accorded Constitutional Rights to resort to Civil Disobedience

    le flâneur

                       one might suggest its American equivalent    a voyeur

might  suggest

because to say so categorically could easily be enough to raise an American ire and be stomped to death by black spit-polished military or cowhide-scarred-by-barbedwire cowboys boots

(remember   thin-skinned hair-triggered and Gods on their side)

0024,  Thursday,  29  10. 15

Christ  Woudja please speak plain English

Ey know ya went to a Catholic high school had to take Latin  Ey couldnt stomach any religion for a crack at it

Yacan call me a dog

But if ya do  Toss a poor dog a bone

I get carried away   Cui bono

Who profits

Bingo  Dats wha eyves been sayin  An all ey ever gets is blank stares

Its worked that way in country since the Cold War  Regarding humanity one has to be cynical

Eyll one upya  Ey calls it Manunkind  all ya gotta do is recognise wha motives people

Yes  Greed

Ahmen brother

Stop with that 

Intolerance

Dat do helps profits

And Mailers prophetic inertia of routine

How ya say it agin

Cui bono

Cui bono who profits

Yes

Ya relly don hafta dig deep

No

Im afraid you dont

You need only be alert  Aware

Pretty simple machinations

Ahhuh  Turnin gears

Greasing gears

Palms Pockets

Follow the money

Cui bono

Youre never going to forget that  are you

Ey wont  Neer will

Can I buy you a drink

Nah tanks  Awready feels eys had too much

A verbal nightcap then  to keep you on point because youve been correct

Mailer wrote of the Republicans mood in ’64  National Convention  Cow Palace  San Francisco

 

Chimeras of fascism hung like a fogbank

Fifty years later  Aint changed a gawddamn

 

Twosday afternoon,  27  10. 15

0155,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  28  10. 15