he played https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrYakf2cztM All Thoughts are Prey to Some Beast and while it played he loaded it again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrYakf2cztM into a second youtube window  then three minutes eight seconds into the first recording he began it over itself thus creating All Thoughts are Prey to Zombies

he did this to celebrate W G Sebalds revelation of submerged memories “submerged memories . . give . . dreams their curious air of hyper-reality . . (hence) a pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust becomes a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno”  he also did this to celebrate his awakened walking episodes  compassed by bees in a sudden wildwind murmuration oddfellows banging into his chest clinging to his tshirt crawling in his hair cradled in the hollows of his throat his collarbones then shaking off their confusion gathering their wits they went to the brisk swirl rising joining their comrades  the whole of it  perhaps fifteen second    

                                                                                 then just outside Vons a grocerystore its automatic slidingdoor entryway he sidestepped a behemoth who was oblivious of him busying herself at freeing a pack of cigarettes from its cellophane bind  in her singularity singlemindedness he saw her in profile(what would Rembrandt have made of her) her multi-coloured hair sweated pulled up and back(it was hot) her too-tight black athletic tshirt the tortured smoke of her tattoos  but it was just behind her head mounted to the pale brown brick wall that captured the momentsaid it all  a sign advertising plants for sale  SUCCULLENT

he didnt think these memories would reach submerged or sleep subliminally  beg hyper-reality 

they were riveted to the stiff fabric of his consciousness and likely would remain for time to come  it had already been more than a week

he didnt need to close his eyes to see them again vividly

1612 and 1628,  Saturday,  1  7. 17

1356,  Monday,  3  7. 17

Bill Callahan  All Thoughts are Prey to Some Beast

W G Sebald  The Rings of Saturn        

         

he quoted me a portion of Frederick Douglass’ Independence Day address, 1852, to the Ladies of Rochester (New York) Anti-Slavery Sewing Society

“What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July?” Douglass asked. “I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy—a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour.”


I defer today to Mr. Douglass 
                        let him speak again to Americas blacks, who are our family members and friends; to Americas whites, who are our family members and friends  



I understand on Drumpfs authority that Frederick Douglass is alive: http://www.newyorker.com/humor/borowitz-report/trump-says-he-heard-frederick-douglass-was-alive-from-betsy-devos

1323(as easy as 1:23),  Saturday,  1  7. 17
1296 days remaining or fewer

he called his parents for the 4th

they were sitting outdoors in the tree-shaded lower drive enjoying the summer heat waft by a cool Lake Michigan breeze

he imagined they sat in their forestgreen vinylstrapped aluminum lawn chairs which most people who live outside the Midwest havent fucking a clue how refreshing those chairs are

Its eightythree degrees his father said Zero humidity

Crazy Dad  No humidity  Sixtyseven here this morning

Sixtyseven!  You got to be kiddin me

No  Sixtyseven  If you remember when we spoke Sunday before I went into work that evening I said it was seventyseven to yourwha  eightyfour

Yes Eightyfour

Yeah  Imagine that  Youre running hotter in Illinois than me on the Central Coast

Nuts  huh

Yes

    Unlike anything weve seen in our lifetimes    Food for thought

when his mother took the telephone to join in the pleasantries of their conversation pepper it with her own tack reiteratinghe interruptedthings shed already mentioned  You told me if you were repeating yourself I should say so

Yes  however I didnt expect youd interrupt me so abruptly

Maw when you have the floor its tough to get you off your feet so I gotta yank real hard

Yeswell   theres that

Yes there is

suddenly she burst out with a laughreminded of something and to his father saying Leave it alone If you keep checking to see if its stopped bleeding youll only cause it to bleed more  Leave it BE     

he said into the receiver Leave what be  to bring her back into their conversationshed prattle on with his father nearly forgetting she was already conversing

Ohyes  she laughed some more    Your father fell over backwards in the garden this morning

your father always felt like an accusation to himhe didnt marry himYour husband fell over backwards in the garden

What

Dad

Yes   Your father    

it always had to go that way

How did my father fall

she laughed again  to his father  Bob  what did you say you tripped over again   and as he said her laughter overrode his voice  he didnt hear  she didnt hear  she laughed too hard

Again she asked  then to him she said  Its a lulu

A lulu

What he fell over  huh       Yes Bob   Yes       Thats it   Your father fell over a podgola

A wha    Podgola   Pod – go – la

Yes thats how he pronounced it

Whaddahells a podgola

his mother was too busy laughing into the receiver to answer

she left him to discern a podgola  Soyour husband fell over the little monkey he keeps to help him with the gardencloser to the groundadept feet and handscute lil organgrinders captin cup hanging off the mini toolbelt Dad fashioned for it

that put her over the moon

between fits of laughter breaths to recover he barely overheard his father Your laughing at meYoure both laughing at me

into her trippling laughter  Whas a podgola

through her laughterjoyous tears she sputtered Think  my  pagoda   she had several small tiered pagodas in the yard

Whywoud a pagodawhich makes sensethough makes me miss the little monkey all the more whywoud a pagoda be in the garden

Woowoowoo  woo  It marks a corner of the garden plot  woo

So he knew it was there It didnt sneak up and trip him

she began howling again

as he waited on her he really missed the little garden monkey working low where itdbe more difficult for his father to reachHer husband

1034,  Twosday,  Fourth of July!(closest thing he was going to get to fireworks in the Wild, Wild West)

  

Willie West  I’m Still a Man (God Have Mercy) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3eKB8BkD7M

The Escape Club  Wild, Wild West  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6gRx_aV2zA