Paul Klee: One eyes sees, the other feels.

Octavio Paz: Truth is the vision closed eyes see.

Jonathan Swift: In the Land of the Blind, the one-eyed man is King.

    he watched the moonwatched Her  did not believe in a Man in the Moon

he is beside himself when the moon is fullbeside himself when her thinnest white cuticle present

they incite him

               the foreplay interplay intercourse innercoarse  grasped gaspedemptied

evolved 

revolved

rollved

ovoid

       not avoideddisregarded

    he watched keenly

saw

      witnessed

Hes out again

Whas in it for him

Come  You feel it

Yes

      Like a tide

An overwhelming tide

Yes

      

I always grab ahold of something so Im not shed Once I saw a Mariachi go

Their scream was horrible

Ive heard tell of tha Mariachi 

                                 Its true  I thought tha was a myth

No  True

    Eyes are the windows to the soul

Yes Hes graced us with tha

                               We see because he sees

ThankGawd for his eyes

either paperwork to either side of it January of 2006 or 2007

1214,  Saturday,  23  11. 24

it is a place

we never made

or arrived

a place of best intentions

a place together they could describe

if separate it differed only by slight shades

they could see it

                 feel the heat of its blush  its promise

just on the other side

of the next rise

it never waned

                 

                   not rise after rise

                                       after rise

                                                  after

                                                             rise

                                                                        after

after . . . .

it was a place

we never made

                  or will

cant

because

only he was now

he hadnt the will to be there without her

    to share

Tuesday,  2  1. 07

1133,  Saturday,  23  11. 24

There you are

she sat near the end of table in the lunch room facing the door she did that right half her sandwich was eaten remnants of fruit

she was chewing

napkin in hand

I was looking for you

stopped chewingcovered her mouth  Why? began chewing again

Your bio Mimieux  Yawrote onehunredanforty words of threehunredforty  I know I counted in those oneforty you twice described her stature

Coud have written Mimieuxs small a contraction a word saved the other onehunredanthirtyeight for composition  Id bet FourNine by her photo despite zip scale

You don’t bet.

No  Blackrimmed glasses Dutch Boy haircut   Oriental FourNine 

Oriental is inappropriate.

Not if I describe as Occidental

                                chuckled  An accidental to boot too   She looks all of eleven or twelve

She’s a woman.

ID her

I didn’t.

Fourteen tops Makeup makes the woman

    What’s your point?

Its a lousy bio of a person of interest I wanted to tell you to your face unlike your shenanigans

Oughta stick to your Neighbors column Question at the head Three responses vetted photos names ages cities beside their quotes

I don’t want to.

No you don

             Nepotism has advantages

she pushed her chair back stood straightened her A-line skirt

                                                                 It provides the benefit of Ironstone plat . .

. . Burleigh 

Yes.   Burleigh.  To eat your lunch from, silverware, mugs for your coffe . .

. . I eat from my lunchbox drink from the top of my thermos

    You do. Others don’t.

                            Could suppose they suffer benefits.

Letem

 

    You’ll excuse me.

Teed it up but Ill let it go

he left the roomdidnt hold the door for her as she came around the end of the table leaving her sandwich plate an coffee for someone else to cleanup

rainy dark AM,  Saturday,  23  11. 24

1000,  Saturday

nearing Christmas

                    dismally  Retail

Christmas was rolled out no sooner than Halloween Day-of-the-Dead passed

    dismally

                Business has to have its way no matter what people thought

a selfprescribed Mandate

personally they were full of shit

it wasnt until after Thanksgiving that his kids put their Christmas lists together

                                                                                      sheaves

made him chuckle

they told him and their mother that they didnt want everything on the list Well, that’s a lie. Everything would be nice.

to a one

          Not everything. Just thought Santa would appreciate options.

Genius

         was from their mothers side

or maybe girls and women think alike

he never thought that way

                             which wasntisnt to say he didnt appreciate that

they were manymany steps ahead of him

nearing Christmas

                     he had yet to receive their listsusually Johnny-on-the-Spot

he called

           Whas up

Been too busy.

they were adults now

What about you?

Ive been thinkin more about you than myself

Maybe you ought to give it some serious thought.

good advice

             hadnt thought  tit for tat

Tits

Mariachi

Stuff it

Ill think

            he thought

Nothing he wanted

Whadid he need

inside a couplethree days

                               decided  they could go in on it together

one by one he called

                      insisted  Together

if it were a conference call they could have formed a choral group

                                                         Christ Papa.

they werent impressed

                         A new A.I.O. toilet seat

Mines old

1615,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

1343,  reggaefriday,  22  11. 24

he was riding home on a bus on a long treelined avenue

                                                            was reading of John Coltranes Sixties struggle with free jazz black identity primal screams

    the sun feltAah so good

he set the book on his lap and leaned his head against the glass

                                                                     lookedup

enjoyed the sunlightflash an shade sunlightflash an shade sunlightshade sunlightshade sunlightshadestaccato sun interruptedtrippedup by trunks by palm tree fronds

                                                       chuckled

reminded him of lookingup girls skirts as they wentup steps to secondstorey thirdstorey classrooms in junior high an high school

maybe they werent quickenough to know what he was doing or maybe they didnt carecould have cared less

                                                                                                                   gave him a passing-class thrill

curiosity whettedhe couldnt help himself

Friday nights

                going to chaperoned school dances

he approached girls he recognisedthose he didnt

                                                    and during slow dances 

particularly at the beginning of Stairway to Heaven asked 

he received shy smiles lurid ones

                                      but they never said

not one

    girls women intrigued him

then an now     

Sunday,  17  12. 06

1255,  reggaefriday,  22  11. 24

Zeppelin  Stairway to Heaven  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPSkNFODVRE

     admission  perhaps emission

                                    hungup a bit on obscurecures

he lookedup palm tree skirts to soothe himselfunruffle the hackles raised on his neck by the palm slaughter for no other reason or purpose than Insurances insisting that they may be destructive or worse  killer palms

                                                                                                        Fronds fall.

Not if the trees are maintained

Buildings were built around them

he was ignored at all the Public Meetings

the crime scenes remain

                          their ringlet stumps

that he still seeks out

remembering

               he used to push dates up against them  kissem

they ignored the street and foot traffic ignored the Get a room.

                                                                  those could only wished they were in their shoes

those “rude prudes”

                      his dates laughed at his pronouncements  Donya think

they did

together they laughed

were having too much fun

    he missed the palms

                           ofttimes catching himself hmm  Without You

  

Friday,  15  12. 06

1203,  reggaefriday,  22  11. 24

Harry Nilsson  Without You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dnUv3DUP4E

listening to 10,000 Days  Tool

                                 invigorating

History  scads mine yours ours

                                  It may not appreciate the applied term but let it comeround an lodge a complaint

theyre held in innocuous scraps within letters obscure paintings newspaper magazine articles overlooked repositories that somehow have eluded the soil of time

                                                hidden

crushedcrumpled between pottery and porcelain flattened between china plates lining or rolled to protect fragile odd pieces of remembrances fetishes heirlooms childhood toys

unpacked unfurled  found

musty  yellowed

                  their tongues talk again to tell their truths or are exposed by time to be lies

fabrications

propaganda

               but not until mined or minded are they valuable  culpable

if either

if ever

    he liked to be cured by the obscure

Thursday,  7  12. 06

Wednesday,  13  12. 06

1119,  reggaefriday,  22  11. 24

10,000 Days  (Wings Pt. 2)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJq9y9xPKWs  & lyrics  https://genius.com/Tool-10000-days-wings-pt-2-lyrics

he caught her expression

                               Whas up

    Nothing.

                Just lookin’.

Youre looking at me

    Who cut your hair?

My barber Milo

He take into account your cowlicks?

Beats me I was shaggy needed my hair cut

You’ve seen?

Whadaya mean

You look in the mirror.

I don pay too much attention If it looks awkward I wet it brush it

                                                                       I don look at me

I don’t look at me.   Really?

Yah

     Not unless I need to be somewhat presentable

But for tha matter I could plead grunge  Cobain bedhead leave aside the shotgun partnot twentyseven

No ones lookin at me

I’m looking at you.

But not in while

                  Nobodys lookin I don circulate

Circulate?

Socialise You know tha

                          Ya think Milo did a poor job

I think your hair could be . . . more . even.

Hes been cutting hair longer than Ive be alive

                                                 Good chance Im his only client owns the shop has five chairs

Its unlikely he needs to cut hair

An we enjoy our bullshit

Your bullshit?

Talk

      Come now It doesnt take more than an hour to cut a guys hair

He doesnt like oysters

But he ate his wifes oyster Thanksgiving stuffing

Though no more

                   Grateful he said

Trumpvirus took her

I’m sorry to hear that.

Him too She left him two cats

                                 Hes not fond of cats either

    Trumpvirus. You’re still callin’ it that?

When the occasion arises

                            Seems Americans are short on memory Fuckin ludicrous

But not you.

No  Not me

               JFK assassinated today in Sixtythree

Thursday,  21  11. 24

0939,  reggaefriday,  22  11. 24

Dion  Abraham, Martin and John  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxRe6rCdYVA

it pained him  truly   that his friend was homocentric that everything revolved around human beings that he was unwilling to grant animals consciousness trees plants   consciousness

                                                                             Some plants turn to face the sun  maximise it

Not consciously.

You turn Unconscious

You comparing me to a plant?

You denying isness

Isness? What’s that supposed to be?

Non-teleological Steinbeck

                               I know you read himsaid  you did

I did.

    Then you know 

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Is thinking

              Concerning yourself not with wha shoudbe coudbe might be  rather wha actually is

Isness

Steinbeck?

Im tellinya

I don’t think so.

Callin me a liar

                     Strikes me you didnt read him closely

I don’t know what stories you read of his . .

. . I read wha he wrote didnt leave his novels alone to speak for him

                                                                         I read him

I read his novels.

Cut your throat  There was more to the man

                                               Here I carry this on my clipboard

Your broken Bear-of-a-Clip?

Still functions doesnt it

It does.

    Steinbeck  An I quote

“It seems apparent that species are only commas in a sentence” I havent lost ya

Species. Commas.

                      Get on with it.

“Each species is at once the point and the base of a pyramid . . . One merges in another – a fish with wrists – mine – groups melt into ecological groups until the time when what we know as life meets and enters what we think of as non-life: barnacle and rock, rock and earth, earth and tree, tree and rain and air . . . most of the feeling we call religious, most of the mystical outcrying which is one of the most prized and used and desired reactions of our species, is really the understanding and the attempt to say that man is related to the whole thing.”

Isness

He said that?

I said quote

I never read that.

Maybe yaoughta be less superficial

I read him . .

. . But not tha

    No.

Where do you stand on this

                               Silence is also a form of discourse Discourse is not reducible to language

What do you expect me to say?

Nothing

           Im posing it

Danger  Your imagination may not be your own

                                                    Not mine I see quotes but did not record who uttered or wrote it

Not thaya need worry You an Alfred E Neuman

Youre about as fictitious as him

some time 2001

1346,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

https://www.degruyter.com/document/doi/10.1515/psicl-2016-0006/html?lang=en&srsltid=AfmBOor4xzqc56Iiov80TtQaHx1XVGJylIHJeRK4IbiLyQLkAxkCaiJl

mariachi frisson

    Better

              was talking to a mariachi who was busting his balls yesterday lack of frisson

Better

Yes yah much better

                       Thanks for squeezing one off for the team  It was a tsunami

Felt awfully good  Agreed

    So

So  Wha

The girl

Yes

    That really happen

You expect me to kissntell

                              Tha wouldnt be propernot gentlemanly

I think yaoughta

Why do you think tha

Well cant betcant barter  but wha we can do is rise or fall in the hierarchy

                                                                                Think nasty medieval European Courts

Whawoud ya know of them

We know Church hierarchy through you Ya wrote of Galileo the Doctors of the Church of the Inquisition

                                                                                                              Lotsa intrigue backstabbing

Were runnin with tha

                        A few of us got prestige runnin on it

Whadayasay

Whadaya expect me to say

    Well theres three options an bets have been placed accordingly

Three

Yah

All ears

Yawont really be hangin anyoneher her out to dry Names been changed to protect the innocent   Although Please

Not really so innocentterribly hot flexible  she had to be a gymnast

                                                                           Gymnasty

Clever  Thayours

Cant take credit

                  Occurred to several of us then was consensually agreed upon

WHEW I we broke a sweat

    Yasaid three

I we did

All ears

You know

You tell me

Awright awright

                  One Fantasised  Two Dreamed    Three   It really happened

And

Wha

Where didya cum down

Clever yourself  Cum

                          Happened

Will you ascend if it did

Majority of us feel you fantasised

                                          I did not

    Put a feather in your cap

MOTHERFUCKER

                        I knew it

AM,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

1238,  Thursday

    resolution

                       thats one word for it

kindalike a friend who texted him about capturing rats or mice

  :  :  Capturing?

  :  :  You know.

  :  :  No. Tell me.  I believe you mean killing them with traps.

  :  :  Same difference.

  :  :  Call it what it is. Death shouldn’t be euphemised.  Don’t be careless.

  :  :  Capturing them.

  :  :  You’re a cunt. I’m not being euphemistic.  Later.

                                                               that was two days ago

he saw texts had arrived but chose to let them languish

captured

 

 

there were too many

it would have been foolish to face them in the open

he retreated  a long arduous way to a cabin built into the crotch of a stoneface beneath an overhang

inside a fireplace outfitted with swiveled hooks to hang pots wood table four chairs two cots cupboard a long heavy iron poker to stir a fire small shovel ash bucket

before it was a flat strewn with rubble except for a narrow wending path

if they followed their assault would be a frontal

                                                       his advantage

four pursued

   haughty apparently liking their odds

a lone woman among them surprised him although she was mannishlooking

                                                                                  maybe a point to prove

they were all business  came easily

                                          when he fled he was unarmed

they faced a stout door wedged shut windows to either side  shutters inside open

attacking they yelled RESOLUTIONsmashed glass with clubs hammered the door a lone assailant at a window he stabbed in the throat with the poker pivotedsuddenly past the door and slashedcracked the head of another leaning in timed the rhythmic pounding at the door kicked away the wedge the door toppled in the man fallingthrough sprawled the back of his bald head a shiningwhite target he bludgeoned once the woman rushed through the doorway knife in hand he smashed it then smashed a knee and fallen he smashed her opposite foot so it turned  one foot naturally forward  it facing behind

he stepped to the bald man smashed his head again

went out bludgeoned the two others

reentered

she was screaming

he ignored her

picked up her knife  his now

he considered

                         breaking her arm

over her howlscream he cried BE IT RESOLVED a break in her emit  IT IS A LONG CRAWL

he left 

AM,  Thursday,  21  11. 24

1006,  Thursday