he sighed

Big sigh she said

                  What’s that about?

Im wondering if they have a sense of humour

They? she winked at him  he wasnt one to use they he was usually exceptionally tediously specific

he volleyed her wink it was something they shared enthusiastically I purposely didnt say who they were Im trying hard to enjoy pronouns

                  Its a strange world

Like learning a new language in a new environment Then I open the windowlook out see the neighbourhood hasnt changed Still old man cross the street doing laps around the block with aid of his walker old lady Lacey still sneering still sitting in the rocker on her front porch still waiting still irate her husband just walked off

   And, they are?

Seems unfortunately yet another organisation that prefers its acronym to its actual title

They save time and print . .

. . If one knows what their acronym stands for

                                                 An you know me . .

. . Too well.

Im cold to acronyms  Start the drivel I turn off

she laughed luxuriouslydeep

                                   Good thing I’m around to turn you on.

he laughedshe was quick

                             I do not take you for granted

Im happymakes me smile giddy you know where my switch is she rolled her eyes he would have preferred a wink They is the National Association of Black Journalists N A B J

Anwhy wouldn’t they have humor?

Hopefully they have suggested as much by choosing their title  its resulting acronym

Suggested? What are you getting at?

When I unexpectedly found the interview on-line on youtube yesterday I woudnt have pausedwoudnt have been arrested if not for the acronym in the chyron under the video

Tha made me opt to listenwhich as you know I cant stand listening to him

Yes. I know. You prefer reading transcripts.

                                                  Tedious.

I  cant  listen  to  him  bray

Anthat’s tedious too.

Part of my charm

she rolled her eyes again

                         Awright charmin’. Back to hopeful humor.

Their acronym is wha

N. A. B. J.

Yes

Yes.

Yah

Yah, what?

N A B J

We agree.

Woud you agree  N A any  B J  blow job

JesusChrist.  she shook her head

I was an inveterate tagge . .

. . Are a perpetual adolescent.

Havent been able to help myself since I had my first

I wasn’t your first?

no woman he ever met did sarcasm like her

                                            At the end of a long line buckwheat

she scrunched her nose

which appealed to him

she winked

more appealing

                  Whaya doin right now

slysmile sifted across her face

                                 You got an idea?

1508,  day-between-2-Ts,  31  7. 24

1011,  Thursday,  1  8. 24

NABJ interview former  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3eCCbVr3EU

she died

 

 Want

            he wrote to no one in particular

left it among his papers

I wanted and had and having needed want no more.

   make of it what they will

1130-ish-ness,  Wednes?day,  7  5. 08

1127,  2sday,  30  7. 24

a sizable bird whipped over their heads took a branch in a young redwood across from where they sat conversing and raucouslyjeered them repeating a harsh nasalgrowl a shook shook shook shook cry

   Wha the hells tha

That’s a Steller’s jay.

Got a big fuckin mouth

They’re bold, aggressive birds.

Got a big mouth

                  Yasay a jay

Yes.

Ive got jays at my place

You do, they're scrub jays. Intelligent, friendly.

Don cry like this yahoo

No they don’t.

               What is it you call them?

   Seriously

I asked didn't I?    

   Boids

They show up when you feed your outdoor cats.

Yah

     Ill toss them kibble  But before I do I talk to them I say Hey boid hey boid or boids if twosometimes more appear

They cock their heads asif listening to me  Then I scatter kibble on the drive  They drop from the fence onto it anseriously getIve counted  one once took nine kibble into their beakhad to be stuffed in their gullet too then fly off

I enjoy the hell out of em

   Jays  Same family

Yes. Corvids.

I knew youd know ya birdwatcher you

Thank you.

Thank you

            But let me say this

What’s that?

I can define their difference  in particular their calls

                                                        You wont forget

I have trouble remembering, you know that.

I do

      I promise you wont forget

Awright. This I gotta hear.

   cleared his throat

Scrub jays are like the modest guys who have to have a couple of drinks before they can go into a titty bar

A titty bar.

Youre listening

Can’t wait to hear where you go with this.

Stellers jays are the same guys who went into the titty bar but now have sixseveneight drinks under their belt

Oh My God.

Yah

Yeah definitely.

                  I won’t forget that.

Neither will I

               Damn proud of the analogy

1531,  2sday,  30  7. 24

1917,  day-between-2-Ts,  31  7. 24

it was an inane conversation

                                      happily he lead the way

Shady Vance commenced it

                              his guffawedGo fuck yourself INANE childless cat ladies

Ya gotta love what a prick he is Possibly second only to the prick at the top of the ticket hard to believe hes married

Why do Republicans pound women think them the weaker sexwho the fuck bears children love to see one man withstand a delivery

Anyet theyre the smarter sex

This election will confirm that

What about men that want babies

What are you talking about?

Men who want children

They have children with their partners who, hopefully, also want children.

Ill tellya Even people who introduce themselves sorely vetted via their biographies I like long walks in the rain match.com zoosk.com love the zoo analogy okaycupid eharmony bumble tinder  a favourite of mine christianmingle

an ofcourse your favourite grindr

                                     They lie  

Ansosay they havent partners Still want children

They can adopt.

Sure

      However these guys don want to parent Ansay theyre committed pronatalists

Prowhat?

Pronatalists Demographics  couchHA SHADY  their argument in infertility decreasing sperm count

                                                                                                         Which I believe is disingenuous

Howso?

Sperm banks are filled to overflowing Paints quite a picture huh Watch whereya step  Hell I leave a condom at ones doorstep every week

                       Label it Anonymous

So, you leave DNA? They can find you if they wish.

                                                       Prosecute you. If anyone deserves that you do.

   ignored that For littering

                              If I left money outside a bank marked Anonymous  Wha then

Im littering

Jesus.  So where you going with this?

Where did we start

Childless cat ladies. he damn near began preening  usually didnt remember shit

Childless cat men

You’re not letting that go arya?

No way Jose I wouldnt have learned of pronatalists if I had

                                                                Childless cat men  Cant have babies on their own  Want babies

Know what theyre called in common nomenclature

Ohbrother. Really playing this up, aren't you?  What?

   Rapists

             Republicans have given them a pass  The prickticket  Possibly pronatalists

he did say inane

1631,  2sday,  30  7. 24

1223,  day-between-2-Ts,  31  7. 24

https://www.vox.com/policy/363543/pronatalism-vance-birth-rates-population-decline-fertility

https://pronatalist.org/

rapists

         Stones  She’s So Cold  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBaRvt777Qw

gotta wonder what people wake up with in their heads aint hypnopompic shite

                                                                                    consumed

even before they put their feet on the floor by what they have to get done have accomplished will be complimented perhaps rewarded criticised punished and any a reason for getting up or staying put

calling-in sick

skipping school

lying

cheating

stealing

   he wondered 

what he woke up with had nagged him through the night

                                                             he had visuals  strangers  their voices  words

they were unkind

thought to threaten him

                          wisely however

realised he was a lucid dreamer  he could really fuck them up turn their vapour to stone

                                                                                                   annihilate them

dreamed entities live before theyre dreamed and can live after a dreamer wakes

not stupid

           they werent going to run the risk

if he were an asshole

                       he might only go to sleep to torture his dreams  which is fucked up

though he was sure sociopaths psychopaths narcissists dream

his naggers kept at him  is it an asylum in a slum or a slum asylum

                                                                           slum asylum pretty slick

tried slumasylum

                    would likely trip up people trying to make heads or tails of it without context

 

  slumasylum

                    might assume slurredspeech a breakdown between thought and it emerging from ones mouth

a drug a disease

                     a foreign word not English

THATS  WHAT  STAYED  WITH  HIM  WHEN  HE  WOKE

couldnt say he wasnt intrigued

0530 – time to take a leak,  2sday,  30  7. 24

he sighed at night under the poor fatcandle dusk just prior to sleep coming to steal his eyes

   sighed

Yes.

   sighed  Yes

sighed  Tell me a story.

she wouldnt ask him of that any morewouldnt  let him tell her a story to help her go to sleep

she said it helped

it had to be a different story every time

queer that as punchdrunk she was at night if he tried to tell a same story she would mumble  I know that. A new one, please.

he was tired too

somehow

             he did

 

he sighed at night in the queer fatcandle dusk prior to sleep coming to steal his eyes

                                                                                        sigheddeeply

sighing  without word

                        Please.  Would you tell me a story?

  

finally 130AM,  Friday to Saturday,  9  5. 08 to 10  5. 08

1150,  2sday,  30  7. 24

 

What do you want? he demanded

  WHAT 

DO

YOU

WANT?

she smiledpitied him  I had what I wanted. I did.

                                                     I want nothing more.

2AMish,  Saturday,  3  5. 08

1115,  2sday,  30  7. 24

hes a scribbler

a restless scribbler

untempted to be a scribe

too mundane  ordinary

                              dictated

a scribbler runs amok

                          lawless ruleless   rueless

happy

         busy with ridiculous handfuls

2AMish,  Saturday,  3  5. 08

he asked himselfas he often did  often grilling himself

                                                            What do I understand

What does anyone understand

We understand what we think we understand

                                                    Crappy little else

Understanding is a precious defiant little commodity that looks neither left nor right

It is brilliant

Shadowless

Content

Friday,  2  5. 08

1043,  2sday,  30  7. 24

he hadnt tried a cut-up in a while

                                  randomly opening a book dropping his eye on a page copying words a phrase very rarely a sentence

see if the result makes sense

Donald Barthelme

his book Dead Father

worse was their blue

cable Julie carrying

himself

physical attentions

cops a feel whenever he can

one has the best façade

sewn-on tins cans

they do like to sic

I’m too young(!)

whelping is, after agonies

a skill

indicating helplessness

said the dead father

 

cut-ups challenge the imagination

                                    he was particularly fond of  I’m too young(!) / whelping is, after agonies / a skill / indicating helplessness / said the dead father

communing with the dead

or is he a ghost

or is he remembered

                          each speaks

  

lunch,  Friday,  23  5. 08

0917,  2sday,  30  7. 24

The Balloon to better perhaps thoroughly enjoy Mr Barthelme:  https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1966/04/16/the-balloon

Enough enough

                  Just take a pen no no   No

Pen  Not pencil  

                Put it down

Thank you          

   Thas better

No  

   STOP  Youre not lefthanded woudya stop

Nowplease  Take a pen in hand 

                                   Aw whadahell hand in pen    Why not

chuckledhe snarked

                          Hand penning hand penning

   Handpenning

                  

Comon youre not tha dull

Yareally don wanna write   

Youd rather shorthand text  telephone

                                          they bobbleheaded

sighed noddedsilently

                       cleared his throat

Do ya get it    A happening

Saturday,  3  5. 08

1906,  Monday,  29  7. 24

Ohbrother who knew

                        illiterations ill-iteration piling on

Keepstay in line no pushingHEY  No shoving   An no cuts

theyd already danced with Wilsons slanguage

   NEXT

The difference

Okay

 

                Im listening

The differfence

Ooohnice

Thank you

NEXT

    Stimulated  Overstimulated

Yes

Overstimutilated

Youch  Over-stimulate-mutilated

NEXT

Anonymous

Awright

Animus male anima female  A syzygy  

Pardon me

    A pair of connected or corresponding things A syzygy of dualistic Jungian archetypes among the array of other animistic parts within the Self

Im withya

Anonanimus  Anonanima

                            Snazzyhuh

Snazzy

he looked down the long line holding its own looking enthusiastic frankly looking hungry for more illiterations 

he yelled

           Hold tight now Ill be right back need to use the bathroom

a guy stomped forward

Backoff

          Youre next     Excuse me

fella retreated                                                                       

wandering up the carpeted convention center foyer he waondered what was going to come out of that guys mouth

who knewhad any idea how many illiterations were waiting in the wings

    made him smile

 

Tuesday – Tax Day,  15  4. 08

Friday,  2  5. 08

1757,  Monday,  29  7. 24

alliteration

              “the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words.” Goggles Oxford Languages

NOPE

time to get out the knives catgut make a few new Frankensteins

    illiteration

iteration

           an ill utterance that insults purists

a genealogist learned and informed him he was 100% Polack

a kind of purist that no insult affects

                                           Lifes a comedy show Cant take a joke Shouldnt have come in

he affectionately agreed with The Lincoln Projects Rick Wilson who – if he coined it  very cool – slanguage

faces scrunch lookedlike once-bitten apples dried in the sun

                                                                 or more exact

no offence

             savaged old biddies scowling testicleclutching old men

SLANGUAGE.

               took a breath before explaining hopeful more than half didnt need it  slang language

exhelled

         he felt better Aaah  

an Aaah among aaahs that precede an orgasm an aaahgasm

                                                                         cutting away stitching away Frankly

his words were illiterations

                              he didnt need dictionaries to have his backNO

a little imagination goes a long long long way

greases skids gears cogs cocks cunts

                                      whole kitancaboodle whole shebang whole whahaveya

hed have everything

not that he ever could

                     but would try before dissolving  solving solved solve salve

See

1713,  Saturday,  27  7. 24

1309,  Monday,  29  7. 24

opened a box tightly packed with old science fiction paperback books  a treasure trove

                                                                                            Kuttner Biggles Simak Dick Pohl Bradbury Cordwainer Smith Heinlein Silverberg Sturgeon del Rey Lieber Blish Leinster Kornbluth Campbell

it smelled like oldcheese  unwashed feet

    it smelled great

GREAT

         theres a spectrum

EVERYONEs on it

Limburger didnt gag him

a filled plastic diaper pail didnt gag him

only onceimmediately remedied pussy

                                          after a strenuous hike they had intended to camp overnight fell asleep before the fire were woke by rain

reason

          not an excuse

immediately remedied

as a boy workers broke the street excavated a sewer line put up horses to keep people away when they left

a boy is not people

got a flashlight

descended wandered the cavernous sewersystem for hours

when he got home late that night came into the house in through the enclosed backporch off the kitchen

                                                                                                            Where have ya . . get outside get out of those clothes hose yourself off.  his mother she and his father were in the kitchen having coffee and cake He smells like ass. his mother

he didnt notice

reason

          not an excuse

by then his nose had been broken in fights with older boys who beat him

                                                                                 eventually

he remedied those defeats

    sense spectrums exist

                             sensespectrumsexist  PRETTY

1051,  Monday,  29  7. 24

had too much to drink last night

couldnt stop pouring  

then in one burst of ambition he cut him offtook his keys

                                                           he wasnt going anywhere

NO

     he was home alone

woke in the morning achy had to chuckle

                                           Achy alchy Serves ya right bitch

ran a hot tubtossed in a handful of mineral salts

getting inlying down cranked the heat with his foot until he almost couldnt tolerate it 

                                                                                         tolerate squared

half the time he couldnt tolerate himself

                                            still

to this point he had had to chuckle

                                          wondered if thatd grow old

reached back overhead cupboard grabbed a washcloth submerged it in the steamy water sliddown closed his eyes laid it over his face

                 wondered if molding in a wet grave would feel like this

   silent

dogs in the neighbourhood quit baying

                                         nice   very nice

laid there

maybe he fell asleep

                   a soft fizzingpopping sound  like really small frogs might croak afraid bigger frogs would find them eat them fiizzzzzzzpop fizzzzz popfizz  fiizzzzzzzz pop  pop

                                                           gently he slipped the washcloth from his facelooked at his feet

BUBBLES

            bubblyBBUBBBBLES

saw the last of his feet crumble  dissolve

   dissolve Alka-Seltzer had to chuckle

                                          Alchy-seltzer

soft bubbles softereffervescence had to chuckle

                                                   Speedily

he dissolved

 

0757,  Monday,  29  7. 24

1051,  Monday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iENQXIQ8wH0