5.7.17







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        
         

4.7.17




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
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