overnite rather he
began writing one day and entered the nexthe liked greeting a new day with pen
in hand at the end of a pen penned
(some might think that – penned
– Writing’s a pain, why do you bother? So inconvenient. Bother
Lemme ask ya like getting a
letter doncha I do. Then why ask why I bother Im doling pleasure)
he liked doling pleasure
unfortunately that pleasure was
rarely returned
he supposed he could stop
why would he do that
why would he bother
it was an obscenely huge doorway like double doors that lead into a cathedral a cathedral whose portionsgetting enormous
proportions right always defied him likely
there was a mathematics behind it creating
lending scale but he couldnt see a
reason why a door should be twentytwentyfive feet tall
he supposed at the end of the day
that magnificence and luxuryluxuriousness were lost on him they did nothing for him didnt titulatedidnt
impress him
he was inured
hed leave
it for others
which made him
laugh out loud
at the foot of the enormous
doorway he watched a man count lengths of rope it
wasnt it looked like spidersilk it suggested to him the man was actually a spider he counted lengths pulled them across his chest with his right runningguiding it through his left stretched a length between his handshis arms
fully extended then he droppedcoiled what
he gathered in his right on the floor then he reached leftbumped thumb knuckles grasped the rope
with his right and pulled another length across his chest
he watched the mans lips tick as
he counted the lengths he didnt bother
counting that was on the man
after a short while the man
apparently having what he needed neatly coiled at his feet cut the rope
with that end he
fashioned a seizing loop tied it off to a knob or ironbolt that extended out of
the intricately woodworked doorjamb to
its left nearly at its bottom then he pulledcinched it tight had he considered it he could have strummed a
cord a note with it evidently pleased with
himself he crossed to the center holding the tether where the doors met keeping it taunt in his armpit he picked up the
loose-end fashioned a hangmans noose and pulled it over his head let it hang around
his neck
then with both hands free he began to
ascend the doors and proceeded to wind the tether around geometricallylocated knobs
that were on their faces he wound his
way back and forth at odd intervals curious turns and wove a loose fabric as he
went sometimes he repeated loops sometimes not
slowly he ascended
when the man finally reached the
stone arch above the extraordinary entryway reaching up he fiercely pulled himself
over its pronounced keystone he saw thenfirst realised others stood on
the arch bearing witness too
they were familiar with the
man they slapped him on his backheld
him firmly at his shoulder they celebrated
and encouraged him
there wasnt much remaining of the
lengths the man counted out before fashioning the unusual weave meshing the
doors
the man turned his attention to
the fabric again
he began working his way down the
doors on unlapped rather unused knobs and
attempted no other weaving he hadnt much slack
shy of halfway down he literally
came to the end of his rope
he stepped down to another bolt the fabric flexedthe noose tightened he hadnt much play
then he stepped into space
he plummeted fourfive feet
slack yanked out of the web
the noose tightenedcinched
watching he thought it was a kind
of a trick
that the man by his neck
would be able to rappel to the ground somehow slip the noose
the man began a death dance
the mans soles were well beyond
his reach
and before he could
scale the tetherthe web he unlike a spider the man went still his eyes
bugged tongue distended his face purple blood nowhere to go
the man was dead
had he known that this was how it
was going to end he wouldnt have lingered he wouldnt have given into his
curiosity
it perhaps encouraging
the man
Day-between-Two-Ts
– Thursday, 8 5. – 9
5. 17
1458, Saturday,
3 4. 21
Zeppelin Dancing Days
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpNy6z5sz1M
