18.9.17



anything that Ive ever heard or read about writing begins with the premise  you write what you know

it is unimpeachable


a cunt
    doesnt know the difference between what they know and what they think they know

either they do or dont
                 if they try to spin or weavefabricate what they dont know  their word  they   are impeachable

we shouldnt split hairs or differentiate between someones writing or speaking  they are inclusive  it is dissemenation  


they are accountable for their lies


2014,  Twosday,  12  9. 17
1328,  Thursday,  14  9. 17

14.9.17



It does not seem to me, Austerlitz added, that we understand the laws governing the return of the past, but I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all, only various spaces interlocking according to rules of a higher form of stereometry(the measure of solid bodies), between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision (pg 185  W G Sebalds Austerlitz).


that was one helluva sentence sentience
it rocked himstopped him on the streetmade him slip his thumb between the pages and close the book  it thumped him in the chest like a rifle butt momentarily arresting his heart stroking his brain blackening his cognitive powers
he would say he reeled    


“appear in their field of vision”
                         that kinda turned him on his head how the deadghosts appeared in his field of vision  they didnt walk through each othernot that you wouldnt think you couldnt walk through a spirits immaterialityan incorporeal ghost like walking through fog or vapours  or that they couldnt walk through youpass through you as if you were a sieve atoms sidestepping atom whispers delicately flowing through whispers  then reengaged whole  intact  on the other sidenever once thinking of yourself an other side


Austerlitz was referring to his parents

World War II was imminent  they sent him away to England but a 4 year old boy to save his life  his mother a Jewess an actress his father a political adversarya necessary refugee who otherwise would be killed  

it is difficult to fathom the audacitybrazenness of the Nazi Party Third Reich its regime its desired Lebensraum(open space) its attendant curative Untermenschen(racially or socially inferior non-Aryans) policy reminiscent of these freaks we havehave had across the country decrying their nativism and inthesamebreath their European heritage – its one or the other – he urged their European ancestry because nativism should be left to the First People tribes who flourished throughout North and Central and South America some who suffered bounties placed on their heads seeking their extermination   unless of course their nativist cry is meant to insist incite or invite their particular extermination
he was confident thats not what they meant  seemed counterproductive to creating a White Aryan homeland
which America never was

he had to get his hands on some of their hallucinogens

no delusion could be that pervasivethat powerful



his ghosts saw him

otherwise he didnt think they wouldnt back away when he acknowledged their presencewhen he addressed them directly got to his feet and walked towards them

they didnt seem distressed  fearful   perhaps put-out as any of us might be if we felt things werent going the way we wanted

a child could understand that

they reversed field waft away  defusing as they went

he found himself alone in an empty hallway saying Hello   Hello       Hello

he had no names to call them

there was an older man 

he appeared in the hall and neared the threshold of their bedroom

he never entered

there was an old woman

she never materialised to him

his girlfriend however saw her repeatedly  usually in the kitchen

there was a young woman  a bit of a sprite

his girlfriend had never seen her though often felt her mischievous presence

she materialised to him  floating above him as he laid in bed

she knew his namecalled him his name

he was sure she shared his name with the man and woman

often they drew his attention  woke him in the dead of night making noise in the livingroom

they woke his girlfriend  their cat

his girlfriend was nervous someone was breaking and entering

Baby  Weve nothing of value except what we personally value

he went into the hall

indie and his girlfriend stayed in bed held down the fort

he checked the studio kitchen livingroom diningroom  No one  he was careful not to say Not a soul

then returning to the bedroomstill in the hall he barked over his shoulder Yawanna keep it down People are trying to sleepget some rest We got work in the morning

the end until the next time


his experiences didnt support Austerlitzs

but he rationalised that it wasnt necessary they did

those were his
   

1202,  Moanday,  11  9. 17
1601,  Twosday,  12  9. 17

13.9.17





in ’70 he didnt get aboard Claptons blue-eyed blues trainhe didnt even turn to wave goodbye as it left the station
Good riddance  

Clapton jumped the Yardbirds the Bluesbreakers Cream            

a real whore

           although he was sure Clapton would think otherwise
Clapton the Purist 
willfully hanging his hat from that peg




he likened purists to fundamentalistsand Gawd knows he never got along with their ilk

yet
   there was something about After Midnight that always spoke to him  mumbled  never explicit  like quicksandwhich he found himself in up to his knees before he realised it  

he had no idea how that happenedand he was an antsy muthafuckeralways at the bitchiding Its harder to hit a moving target

he resented Clapton the Purist(who was desperately trying to cop Lennons look: dark sunglasses burns center-parted long hair) wouldnt a purist have pulled together black backup vocalists and have them sing behind the band  he thought Clapton had  when he learned Clapton hadnt he free-ranged imagining smearing Delaney and Bonnie Coolidge Stills Whitlock(Americanised at Ellis from Wetcock – Immigration had no intentions of contending with Wetcocks trying to assimilate into their veritable White Christian nation) and Allisons faces with black shine as Hollywood did shining White actors and actresses red for Westerns because they didnt want to hire Indian extras to play Indians 

he wished he had the Jewish moxie and money to make a movie of red and brown and black people done up in white face for Ku Klux Klan and White Nationalists roles  genius  nothing compliments better than copying an original  say Birth of an Illegitimate Nation after W D-40 Griffiths(yes  he wasnt an eidget  he knew it was D W) infamous film and particular to Woodrow Wilsons racist White House  Couldnt you smell tar boiling under the smell and pop of popcornhear the hemp ropes twisted into nooses bellicose bloodhounds hankering for the chase Bubbas and Bums and Bulls(hed like to see a black man not in whiteface playing Alabamas Commissioner of Public Safety wearing a cheap 50s hat) bellowing southernly Sic em!
                          fundamentalists ranging scot-free  unblemished tabula rasas on the scent of the Word passed down from-on-high always wound him up tight



Aw man youre real dark

No no hellno  Im not  I play a mean tambourine( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5Vz-z4PEkk )


1859,  Saturday,  2  9. 17
0948,  Twosday,  12 9. 17
Eric Clapton  After Midnight
Bull Connor https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9kT1yO4MGg Birmingham Alabamas Commissioner of Public Safety
Lemon Pipers  Green Tambourine