13.6.17

have you ever noticed

have you ever noticed
                        that the meatheads who grunt and squeal while lifting let weights crash(so they sound theyre lifting really really heavy: gym acoustics) are also the same numbskulls who drop toilet seats heavy(bathroom acoustics) and leave you to witness(discern?) their shitscribble on toilet bowls
           ruins    gaspfreakin mystical!   


1212 at the gym,  Monday,  2017
Handsome Boy Modeling School (ft Róisín Murphy)  The Truth   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1wpfVPN9aM



out of the mouth of a fictional character All women are whores  Me muther was a whore

what made the words ever more stark 

                               was that it was a frontier Reconstruction Era character talking to(soothing?) a dazed woman as he gently sponged dried blood from her split eyebrow and jaw  tending her ministrations

in the prior scene she was savagely beaten and raped

 

she didnt reply 

she was barely cognizant

 

 

All women are whores  it stuck in his ears he wondered about the writer who put the words in the characters mouth

he or she could of course defer  Its fiction

the breadth a writer inhabits is inestimable

a writer could live vicariously through their fictitious characters their speeches their actions

 

but what struck him  a wrioter  was that he wouldnt say through his fictitious characters what he wouldnt say directly to a persons face he knew so-called whores and pros knew well-kept well-heeled women  he understood their value  to themselves  to their Johns and clients and benefactors he understood the economy the transaction  the efficiency

 

he just wouldnt call them whores ALL WOMEN ARE WHORES

 

 

watching the episode reminded him of a high school friend who guys called a slut 

because she enjoyed sex  

she enjoyed it with several boys

she enjoyed himthey enjoyed each other

he once afterwards asked her as they laid in bed sharing a joint Does that hurt your feelings when you hear youre a slut

she laughed lustily  No  Youre a slut  Does that hurt your feelings 

Im a slut

Youre not only seeing me are you 

You know Im not

 

Youre a slut

 

he actually scratched his scalp

Stop she cried laughing wrestling his hand from his head Lemme I love running my fingers through your hair                               

he laughed I suppose I am

preening him playing with his hair between drags  Of course you are

he shook his headshook her fingers from his hair and grabbed her tits  he kissed one nipple it grew hard under his lips 

leaning back admiring her happy titsher nakedness  Would you like to fuck me 

You slut

       that simple admission revved up their sex for months to cum    she died in a car accident      

     

1303,  Monday,  12  6. 17

1114,  Twosday Sessions,  13  6. 17

Róisín Murphy  Exploitation  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjSwFsPCeJ4

12.6.17



wee comes up the porch steps like a thief  skittish   head bobbing an weaving turning left and right and left again

Christssake wee  theyre backyard steps not steps to a gallows or assassins lying in wait for ambush


but shes new at the house
                   unexpected

and he adored unexpected

wees a feral cat  still youngvery small   hes always had an affinity for runts long shots anything or anyone vying against the odds

his longstanding insider  his confederate and friend  a daddylonglegs he named appleseed disappeared the same day wee appearedhe never found her body

it was plausible to him appleseed left her bathroom corner its confines and shapeshifted into wee  a quiet spider gone feral cat would be suspicious  jittery   first day in paws

he didnt buy into coincidence 

no faith in them 

he had all the faith in the world though for Unexpected
                                                                                                                                                crisscrossing bird shadows

he was visited as much and possibly more by bird shadows than birds(feral cats afoot might be a reason – not that you could tell him)

stark shadows  freed souls    silent harbingers  of what?
no fucking idea
they crossed his path as he walked strafing him gaylythey briefly blotted the pages of books he read as he walked   

attentive companions   spectral
                           and he wouldnt have been surprised if in the mix he saw shadow of angels 
smackdab down to their shining translucent halos



1401,  Sunday,  11  6. 17
1029,  Monday,  12  6. 17
Moloko  Should’ve Been Couldve Been  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmPv-jzpR38

11.6.17



he went out the door earlier than usual  earlier than usual for the gym  but he wanted to get a workout in before the memorial service that afternoon take in a dry sauna contemplate reflect on the dead mans life

they didnt have much of a relationship 

they were related by marriage

the man had been a mover a shaker of the community  a community he didnt have much in common with

despite their relationship he remained happily outside the bulwark the man helped affect and sustain

when it sat  he stood

when it stood he sat



as he left he called into the house to his cat that he was on his way and hed be back in a couple of hours Take care of the place Youre the man of the house while Im gone 

that notion tickled him

beginning to walk down the drive to the street under the cover of several small flowering trees he caught movement in the trees across the street along it  fast  then a cry   it was the neighborhood eaglet  a flash of tawny and ivory colour

the eaglet broke out above a barrier of two olive trees careened hard right and flew fast over his head 

he sidestepped backpedaled  it went hard left for open sky  as he kept backpedaling it abruptly reversed tack came hard right broke speed reared back in the air wings spread and stomped atop the wood electrical pole in his backyard

its stomp coincided with him making the backyard gate 

he didnt open it

they were maybe twenty meters apart 

the poles actual height was diminished  the property was cut into a hillside and where it stood it was ten meters lower than where he stood

they werent eyelevel  maybe a fifteen degree incline of his head


the eaglet was exquisite 


Hello big guy he hailed

the eaglets head swiveled in his direction fixed him in its stereooptic vision

You can see me better than I can see you friend  Good morning

in acknowledgment perhaps it blinked once  but it continued to hold its gaze

he enjoyed how it disrupted his raptor antenna  that was why he saw it and why he usually didnt see people  he was keen on what was above his head his eyes reflectively to the sky  very few people were tall enough to obstruct his vision  

there was that  but then he also found aviansthe last living dinosaurs of keener interest  their flight  agility  birdcalls 



a gang of jays emerged from a distant reef of trees 

he heard them before he saw them

its lead made a beeline towards the eaglet  its comrades moved behind it as if caught in a backwash a blowback less direct  loopy  erratic  disorganised metal filings pulled by a quick magnet

the lead jay obnoxious calling raucously alighted on a wire just beneath and to the left of the eaglet

it ignored the jay

the rest of the jay gang sought different trees and hidden in leafy boughs they screamed

the lead encouraged it hoppedflew quick to a four by four crossbeam bolted to the pole scarcely a halfmeter down and two meters over from where the eaglet stood

it provoked the eaglets attention

despite its bravado it kept to a crouch  its wings batted then stilled

jay jabber and curse

then it descended to the pole pigthe battleship grey canister suspended behind the eaglet  jabbered and brayed and taunted

the eaglet shifted sidewise keeping a peeper on the discordant jay

he couldnt help but wonder if they shared a language  two different species

the cussing jay then crossed up to the beam to the right of the eaglet  the other jays harped loudly but held their treetop hideaways

the raucous one juiced up on some avian crystal at a sudden began a spasmodic dance between other wires the crossbeam and canister again and again tethered by an unseen loosed radius from the eaglet  its center  its nucleus

jay  beggar  taunter   bigmouth

not two minutes in the eaglet leapt into the air raucous shaddup and cowered took two quick powerful wingbeats eating up plenty of airspace then struck a glide  then it dipped and rose onto the topmost bough of a digger pine five yards down from his place one hundred meters

the jabbering jay then alighted to the pole top and preened quietly 

a triumph of sorts he imagined  above the soft steam of cackles



couldnt say hed ever seen anything quite like that 

       

1844,  Saturday,  10  6. 17
1319,  Sunday, 11  6. 17