I saw the book in the County Librarys used book sale

I was late to the salehad honestly forgotten until early afternoon  the sale began at 9

I couldnt believe a first edition hardbound DeLillo book was still on the rolling rack

Point Omega

  

             in it DeLillo wrote:

 

What are we?

I don’t know.

We’re a crowd, a swarm. We think in groups, travel in armies. Armies carry the gene for self-destruction. One bomb is never enough. The blur of technology, this is where the oracles plot their wars. Because now comes the introversion. Father Teilhard knew this, the omega point. A leap out of our biology. Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be human forever. Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. That is what we want. We want to be stones in a field. (pgs 52 53)

some days later while stopping by to pick up a held-copy of Kazuo Ishiguros The Buried Giant(Ishiguro had won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature  I hadnt read anything by him an figured it was about time) among the librarys NEW releases I found a copy of Yuval Noah Hararis Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow(if that title alone didnt make you pause an pick it updrop an eye in it you were dead) he had written Sapiens first  I knew of it though hadnt read it  Sapiens is about the first 70,000 years our evolution from homo erectus(if you didnt buy into evolution youre ignorant)

Harari wrote:

The upgrading of humans into gods may follow any of three paths: biological engineering, cyborg engineering and the engineering of non-organic beings. (pg 43)

stones in a field 

the engineering of non-organic beings

quite a futurehuh

               although Ill stake a vampiresome claim to relevancy I think humanunkinds best outlook might be Zappas The Mothers of Inventions Help I’m a Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ukbu9dmmzJg (Freak Out)

something at least to tap a toe to

Id like to keep my physical assets
toes fingers head cock

but thats me

if homo sapiens posthumanism is homo deus or fieldstones I can stand happily at the edge of the worldtoes in cold space an wave buhbye  Buhbye  blow enthusiastic kisses

  

1341,  Saturday,  9  12. 17

1247,  Sunday,  10  12. 17

Daniel Johnston  Going Down  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nwl-9ckIkSg

when he closed his eyes to think about it not that he didnt think about it all the time since hearing from his niecehis daughter  they tagteamed him with alternating texts a blueish slickness washed into his eyes an fractured a pummeled pane of glass the bits moved gathered  they tortured an shaped themselves into gritty dragonspawing blackeyed Mesozoic reptiles

he didnt care for two-scooped ice cream conesdifferent flavours

he liked to eat one flavour from a bowl with a spoon  

a two-scooped cone was shoved into his hands

on the bottom of it was his sisters third cancer  ovarian

the top scoop was his brothers lung cancer

he was feeling the weight of themnot guilt  not because they were younger than him   he

was feeling the weight of helplessnessof distancehe was on the Left Coast an they in the Midwest   he

talked with his sister a couplethree times a month for nearly seven years while she fought her cancers

his brother couldnt talk on the telephonehe could barely talk  so he wrote him letters which his brother didnt answer because he didnt write lettershe never wrote lettersWhats to understand  I dont like to write so I dont 

                                                                                  he wondered

if his brother read his letters

his brothers cancer was fastmoving

his brother was late attending to it

Stage 4

he never heard of a Stage 5 cancer

the only war to fight 

is an existential war

his brother was a strategistthe fucker loved chess he hated chess so he understood logistics its critical necessity

he couldnt help but think his brother was aware of symptomsodd pains feelingsmotherfucking hints that something was amiss

      or he didnt care if someone ignores their health is that suicide

they werent questions he could ask his brother

he wrote them insteadexercised futility

he didnt expect answers

if things went south for his brother

his sister said Hesdying

she was convinced

though she even if she couldnt admit it  wasnt in a good mindspace

if things went south for his brother hed miss him like missing an irritationan itch he couldnt scratch

NO

hed miss him terribly

his brother would be that phantom pain hed suffered for their amputation

1713,  Friday,  8  12. 17

1203,  Saturday,  9  12. 17

Daniel Johnston  No More Pushing Joe Around  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V46pMZkX2EY

Hi, How Are You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHaXPBL1I-I

the digger pineguerilla pine weirdlyleering from above the retaining wall at the corner of the porn shop had reloaded

its pine cones went up its articulating branch like bullets slipped keenly into a magazine

well  not reloaded   its pine cones regenerated(wait until someone figures that one out for a high calibre weapon regenerated bullets nahtoo many ammo manufacturers  itd be squelched there was too much money to be made
the inventor would become a wellarmed wellmunitioned billionaire overnight)

he recognised too that other limbs had reloaded

maybe they took turns articulatinghurling pine cones  an maybe all the guerillas limbs were articulated an could direct an fling pine cones at once

                            he didnt knowhed only seen that little boy go down in the diners parking lot ahead of the old man who walked with a cane

he stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the guerilla   he admired it

gently it nodded again

he was acknowledged

he returned the nod

he didnt think it was oddit didnt feel odd  he felt the tree had his back    

its pine cones were huge an handsomesome were green an tight like a bunched fist others were brown an scabrous
a type of pine cone that fragged as well as pummeled or deftly penetrated

the guerilla pine had a complete arsenal which was as obvious as it was inobvious

the inanimate was unsuspected

the inanimate couldnt draw attention to itself 

unless those like he who watchedwho had a fetishan appreciationwho animated the inanimate saw

if anyone had paid attention to him stoppedstanding on the sidewalk beside the main street saw him looking up the hill apparently at the ignominious porn shop(pluck out his offending eyes!)  they may have tried to follow his gaze  tried to determine what drew his eyepossessed him  then given up

a lot of townspeople or others passing through were aware of him  he read while he walked 

he drew their attention because they thought for sure hed walk into something trip over a broken sidewalk fall in the street off the older high curbs miss a light an walk into traffic

he frustrated them

from where they watched he seemed an automaton  oblivious yet somehow keenly aware

his trick wasnt a trick  it verged on perfection from decades of practise  if he had to walk by himself he read

then he upped the ante  he wore provocative tshirts which politically an socially opposed the rural communitys mainstreamas well its neighbouring communities 

it tickled him 

their intolerancethose who took exception to his selfexpression reminded him of that edifice he pitied  plainly they would have adored they should remember that facile clever 60s prod  Love It or Leave It

hicks rednecks racists ignoramuses were stuck

of course they would want you to leave

theyd get lost if they did

he finally decided to move on

he subtly nodded to the tree

it winked in return

he walked

not twenty metres down the sidewalk reading he crossed into the drive that led up into the diners parking lot

a huge white FORD pickup truck made a left crossing traffic to enter

it made like it wasnt going to stopthe driver laid on the hornthe vehicle still rolling

he didnt stop walkinghe was on the sidewalk

he had the rightofway

he was reading

the driver braked hardstopped

oncoming traffic stopped

through his open window the driver berated him foully at the top of his lungs

he still didnt look up out of his book

something whistled behind his head

THUDglass shattered an collapsed

the drivers screaming stopped

oncoming traffic began blowing their horns

still walking he finally looked up an back to his right

he saw what he calculated when he heard the whistlethe THUD

the FORDs windshield was smashed

pieces of a smashed green pine cone lay on its hoodin the street

he shook his head to his unspoke thought WHAT A CLUSTERFUCK  BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF CLOWN

an turning so he walked backwards on the sidewalk he look up at the guerilla pineraised his hand in thanksin acknowledgement 

a different articulated limb bobbedit halted  then bobbed again

he heard police sirens

he didnt stophe didnt see a thing 

he was reading

1347,  Thursday – Pearl Harbor,  7  12. 17

1206,  Friday,  8  12. 17