29.1.16



he had just spent considerable time offloading(sure that wasnt the appropriate term)
tens of thousands of words written about David Foster Wallace(DFW) into Word

he was a fan


and while he offloaded he recognised several of the essayists used Roman numerals I II III etc to divvy up their writing

these were recent pieces
 
published in 2011(MMXI)


he wondered if DFW would have been keen


then pausing  he puzzled knitted his brow tried to remember the last time he used Roman numerals  puzzling complete
he recognised the last time he did was in grade school learning how to write a term paper create a thesis organise research its evidence then effectively and competently communicate

an outline was required for every paragraph of the paper he intended to submit for his course grade 
                                                                                 outlines
footnotes and a bibliography(what a bite in the ass)


Mr Carter his English teacher was going to make damn sure he made college material out of him   if it killed him

because Mr Carter didnt much fancy Americas Vietnam War he fought in the British Army during World War II he didnt care for Americas preferential conscription its red white and blue banter its wholesale belief selling the war as an existential threat

Mr Carter believed  near religiously  he could keep the boy(and other boys) from the killing fields if he could manifest a singular viable option to it to play the game and qualify him(the others) to attend college

he wasnt as an academic

he was athletic
 
and that particular aspect drove Mr Carter he advised the boy his physicality wasnt a bargaining chip with the local Draft board to keep him from Service he knew members of the board they consisted of Republican self-anointed patriots believers who endeavored(Imagine  Endeavored  said Mr Carter) to keep the Red Communist dominoes from falling beyond Indochina(Arseholes)

he told the boy they were preposterous  but 
                                    Laddie if you dont know it  I do
Youre not fit to take orders  From anyone


fortunately for himself and Mr Carter

he excelled at English

his Roman numerals were numerous  his outlines more than sufficed 
 

later in high school he asked his freshman math teacher why Roman numerals didnt figure in their studies

his teacher was perplexed briefly  then he realised the boy was serious wasnt pulling his leg
Im sorry 
       The Romans didnt use the numerals for math 
 
We use the algebra and algorithms of Al-Khwarizmi  He lived long ago in Baghdad(when Baghdad was Iranian or rather part of the Ottoman Empire)  He introduced the Hindu-Arabic numeral system to Europes mathematicians Although also very influential and critical was Aryabhata who was an early Indian  of India  an astronomer
He effectively introduced astronomy and its mathematics to the Persian Empire

The Romans didnt use zero

I believe you didnt either  under the heading of zero  list any paragraphs and subtitles or evidence on the English paper you mentioned  Famously Aristotle youve heard of Aristotle correct refused to agree to either zero or infinity  Neither he believed provided down-to-earth results


Its all very curious huh




It was curious then  as now

MMXVI

 
Super Bowl L  
            read that it was going to be called 50

probably a little fearful of its winners holding up or wearing World Championship baseball caps fixed with a capital L on them  readily achieved by hands pressed to foreheads thumbs perpendicular to their indexfingers(Loser)


but ya gotta suppose America has its reasons to maintain Centurion embellishments



   
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0056,  Thursday,  28  1. 16

28.1.16



you can try an shut yer eyes to it  tune it out of yer ears
                                             but he couldnt
not the infernal interrior dialogue he had to wrestle  freestyle  a fast stream-of-consciousness
rabbleroused by his testy unconsciousness    Raw
hot blood  Red

bloodied by willful slaughter

  
a honed knife laid off to a side



--   Use it  You can see the animal is suffering

Put it out of its misery

Provide it mercy


the bone-handled knife was in his hand  trembling  glinting in the sunlight

the goats eyes bulged

(did it know  --  understand)

(he didnt)

it bleated
 
it snorted

it cried


Its suffering

Help it

Put it out of its misery


he couldnt save it

the goat was beyond saving


the sun glinted off its shining widespread terriorised eyes


there was too much light

there were no shadows or darkness to hide in

no salve or anodyne

just the hard weight of the knife in his hand




he grabbed the goat by its head

his hand its blindfold

his hand bending its head back  to a side

its jugular throbbing

quickly keenly the blade to one side  the other

the goat spasmed under its blindfold



There  There   Quiet Sshh  There now sshh 
Im sorry





the goats blood pooled darkly 

dried brown grass and chaff pushed by its edge

he reflected up in it

the knife blade a brilliant shard

a focal point


deaths final throes

its last breath  hollow  hard    a wolfs whistle


what it had been departed

still

lonely

vacant



death is absence



he stood

his hand  fixed  a blind a gag

he warmed it rubbed it on his thigh

his thumb catching his beating heart in his femoral


alive


existent


present





Ill take the knife now

he turned to face him
                         I dont think you want it
Not right now
Not how I want to give it to you



It was only a goat

What if I called you  a goat   only a goat

Youre responsible for this for its suffering its misery

                                             The goats death


It was a goat



It was a goat but life isnt cheap No life is cheap 
                                             Youd agree
he strode suddenly over to him daring him to disagree
Youd agree Yes

Yes

What

I agree

You agree What

I  agree   No life is cheap



Then we agree
               and stepping back he threw the knife  its blade bite into the earth between his heels
his feet shoulders-apart




turning he walked away and tried very hard not to see the dead goat not to hear its last breath hollow and hard
    
its lone wolfs whistle





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