TheManCan TMC  the Manchurian Candidate cleverhuh

You cant use it

he was talking to himself

Why cant I use it

You know why you cant  It isnt original  You hold yourself up to originality

Genius rather 

You callin yourself a genius

No  Im copping Oscar Wildeyoure in my head you ought to be able to read my thoughtsrunnin the tickertape too quick for you Oscar Wilde  Talent borrows Genius steals  A great tiedyed tshirt doncha think

I think sometimes you ought to quit thinking  Sometimes youre absurd
Sometimes  Awman youre hurtin my feelings  I try hard to think outside the box

Youre like your brotherinlaw says a contrarian

Mebbe  But for all the right reasons

Yes There is that

Look at yougivin yourself US  a pat on the back

Dont try an humour or . . 
. . Polish yer knobshine yer buttons

Dont flatter me  Im you  You deign flattery

I doWe do  Dont try an butter my bread   We like it dry

Yes we do

Look at us In agreement once again  I figure eventually youll come down to stand with me Yaknow (he begins singing) For united we stand  divided we fall . . 
. . YahBrotherhood of Man  Stop 

You dont like my singing
You dont like your singing

I dontyoure right

So back to my point Yacant use TheManCan  TMC   Awright 

Stick with The Manchurian Candidate  Try not to be groovynot aggregate every fucking little thing into shorthand or acronyms like everyone else Theyre not as clever as they think

Doncha think

I think Im in agreement

Youre in agreement with me

I am

Shall we make a note on the calendar you took my advise

Your advise 

Sure

Yathink youre always on the inside looking out

What

You heard me

Arent I

Youre a dick NO Think  Were typically on the inside looking outraggin each other until we decide Which usually comes down contrary to the majority the commonplacethe commonly accepted notion

I hate notions

Yahhell We don even wear deodorant or cologne Fuck notions

I didnt mean those notions

NO  You didntI know what you meant  I can read the tickertape too

1217,  Monday,  30  7. 18

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZB96cvBjy8

a tweet a moronic Manchurian tweet

                                       from where he stood it sounded right on a dutiful tweet to mollify his babyboy his namesake boy deserves some love cut of Dadas cloth  following in the old mans infidelities

the Manchurian Candidate wont cross his white rallygoershis QAnAholes

                                                                             for the same reason a straw man shuns fire

theyd burn him down if he did if he did not go their way 

he aint heroic

text  : 1453,  Thursday,  2  8. 18 

https://www.mediaite.com/online/trump-retweets-his-son-erics-swipe-at-jim-acosta-after-rally-heckling
https://www.npr.org/2018/08/02/634749387/what-is-qanon-the-conspiracy-theory-tiptoeing-into-trump-world

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NyuNnAURSg

Lenny  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LhCd1W2V0Q

Bee

her name suited her to a T

she was kinetic lightning in a bottle  sassy even curtsied jealously to her

but only her husband Russ or a few close friends were allowed Bee  shed acknowledge them  if anyone else dropped Beeaddressed her  it was as if they never spoke or she didnt hear them

to everyone else it was Bernice or Mrs. Leveack

she was a soughtafter hairdresser

she went to womens homes to do their hairwhich was ridiculously convenient for her clients

she didnt respect salons  They up their prices you pay their overhead. 

her cuts were usually five or ten dollars less

a dollar bought more then

                         fivecent candy bars were bigger than the ones were paying a buckfifty for now he quit candy bars more years ago than he could remember  last century  

occasionally she cut hair at her apartment  thats where she cut his  but he had to be patientunderstand his cut would take longer because she was making dinner

Russ ate at 6 

sometimes as Russ ate at 6 he watched his reflection eat in a mirror  I’m almost done, baby she would say

Take your time, Bee, don’t louse up his beautiful hair on my account.

Russ would blow kisses at him in the mirror  Anyone else other than me tell you you’re pretty?

No one aside from you would get away with that Russ  We cant fight in the house anif we took it outside Bernice would never cut my hair again 

Leave him alone, Russ. He’s the only man I’ve ever cut.

Because you cut his mother’s hair.

Because he asked if I would, not because his mother sent him to me.

Whaddaya call that haircut, boy?

he smiled at Russs reflection chewing pot roast  As Ive told you before  A shag

when Russ finished chewing he wiped his mouth with a linen napkin  Bernices dinner setting was second to none  China  Silver  Russ was drinking his cold beer from a crystal goblet  A shag. Yah. I seem to remember.

Why don’t you come with me to Tony’s, a proper barber shop, and get a real man’s haircut?

Bernice is giving me a real mans haircut  Anything I do is manly  You like your hair cropped  You have Bernice  I like my hair long  And I have plenty of women who like my hair long  They latch on itwind their fingers through it keeping my head exactly where they want it

That’s enough, Joe Bernice said  I'll tell your mother . .

. . She knows . .

. . Russ is eating.

He is  I apologise Sometimes I forget my table manners

Bee.

Please, Russ, my dinner’s not getting cold. I have it warming in the oven beside your second helping. We’re just about done here, love.

he and Russ had an affection despite Russ picking on him

he knew Russ and Bernice were kids togethermarried right out of high school

he couldnt imaginelet alone imagine being with only one woman in your life or a woman with one man

the last few haircuts Bernice gave him when he would return after moving to Minnesota she still cut his hair with a cigarette smouldering between her crimsonslashed lips still the longest hanging ash he ever saw on any cigarette in anyones mouth Fucking World Record Length that shed gently take from her lips and place intact in a furrowed bit of a large blownglass cocktail ashtray heaped with butts and ashes  and then with her free handher other still holding a swatch of his hair shed clutch to her face a plastic respirator attached to a hose from her oxygen tank and breathe deeply for several beats

she suffered emphysema

Bernice

Let it go, Joe. I always knew cigarettes were going to be the death of me. I’m okay with it.

his mother called him to say Bernice passed  Russ had her cremated as she wished but he couldnt think about a memorial for her  not just yet

Russ died not a month later  Of a broken heart he thought 

late May, 2018 (scrawled on a page dated 2222, Saturday,  26  5. 18)

1118, Monday,  30  7. 18

there was a fluttering an overlay their faces their personsphysicality the last two women he loved in his life 

his wife after she died never came to him in his dreams as herself she always wore another womans guise and spoke to him in their voice    

when their separation was imminent he said her name she blushed he asked her why she didnt come to him as herself Youre safe in my dreams Youre as safe in my dreams as you were in my arms 

she smiled her eyes shined  I thought you wanted someone elsenot me.

Knucklehead I married you  If I wanted somebody else I wouldnt have married youvowed to you Till death do we part

Now Im dead.

a frightful thing to hear in ones dream

Yes You are dead

So now I can be all the women I thought you wanted. All the women who pursued you . .

. . Who I never noticed  because I was looking at you

I saw. 

Don’t you think that matters?

I think love it mattered to you  I didnt see  I only saw you

they juxtaposed over each other disconcertingly spliced film  stooping  low  almost kneelingtheir dress at the wood floor thensuddenly emergent upright turned in the other direction

they

   they ordered small toyssmall precisely painted people in different poses who they placed about small village buildings they imagined the little people would inhabit that made up a small town and chapel at his feet at the foot of their bed on the huge oval rug of autumnal colours laid before the hearth of the stone fireplace 

the toys were delivered at night

it angered him that they took the delivery from strangers opening the wide door to their furtive midnight knocks so not to wake him their house one great room and a bath and a loft where he wrote where their library was on three walls of shelves between small windows that glared at sunset

Who delivers these toys

Deliverymen.

In the middle of the night

There’s not been trouble. they accused him

Theres never trouble until there is  Beg trouble enough itll come

Youre being ridiculous.

Im asleep  I cant be ridiculous  

And what have you paid for the good townspeople the chapel the cobblestone the gaslight posts and braziers the perfect thatchedroofed slateroofed homes the outbuildings and farm animals and fences and gates and shrubs and trees small footbridges worn paths all so elegant   and very eloquent

Like a childs storybook

The money purchases my happiness. one saidthe other said their faces moving in and out of one another so that he couldnt arrest eithermake focus on their eyes

Don’t you love me? they asked

Yes I love you  and they smiled their lips curled almost as if they were kissing each other as their visages merged and passed

And of the silver bugs that crawlthe infestation of shining black mites accompanying them slithering between your townspeople crawling on top the buildings How are you going to rid our home of them Gifts I can imagine from the strangers who delivered your toys We didnt have them prior to your village

You wont help me? they asked

There are so many.

I wont help you I was asleep I didnt accept packages in the middle of the night

And so the juxtaposed dream figuresbound at the hip knelt turned akimbo backtoback sidetoside reached through each otherthat seemed to begin as an embrace after the fleeing insects  they moved like an exquisite flame   

he watched them lovingly 

he loved them 

onedead onealive

                intertwined  fused

a dream,  early morning Sunday,  29  7  18

now 1251

Dale Cooper Quartet and The Dictaphones  Une Cellier  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eyaTH-a3_E

CAUTION

               was printed in white over a censors black barGawddamn he loved the jetblack bars affixed over naked womens eyescurled like snakes standing haughty in stiletto heels fingers at their hips  totally hiding their identity from him 

a friend could walk up to him wrapped in a pair sunglasses and hed have no idea who the fuck they were

thats how pervasive his adoration was

GAS PIPELINE followed CAUTION  writ immediately under it on the signs white field 

then INANEMERGENCYCALL followed of course the words ran together emergencies incite panicgo ahead try an take a breath GAS!  INANEMERGENCYCALL (800) 548-6841

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA GAS COMPANY

then followed the formal stamp of legitimacy

DESTRUCTION OF THIS SIGN VIOLATES FEDERAL LAW   ooh shiver me timbers

all of thats well and good

                           however not one hundred feet south of the sign the coolblue powderedblue cube on El Camino went KABOOM

it upheavedleapt in masswent up its insides roiling out guts on its face in a BELCH  in an angelic brilliant white flash and fell back down cremated by a gasblue flame 

its smoke never was black  

it billowed white up through the trees into the sky a geyser erupted
                                                                         an appealing immolation

he didnt mind picking himself up from dirt and gravel and brittle bitter weeds at the shoulder of the El Camino where he was thrown down on his back by the concussion

nobody saw it or had seen it as marvelously as he did

he wiped blood off his face away from his eyes with the backs of his hands 

it was nothing much

it tickled him

1258,  Twosday,  24  7. 18

1022,  Sunday,  29  7. 18

*   *   *

posted 25 July 2018

the coolblue powderedblue cube on El Camino was losing its icy demeanor  to sized and sawn pieces of reused plywoodvertical patchwork screwed into its stubborn sides

an icecube wounded and scabbing

the blue cube was melting despite built of wood and slathered with stucco that was applied as-smooth-as-a-babys-butt

above the front door now secreted behind plywood were wounds where an awning hung a high rectangle of brighter blue paint  a dismissive shadow

the face of the housethe front door was a foot back from the edge of a public sidewalk and a singlestep stoop just large enough for two kitchen chairs laid on top the sidewalk 

he recalled the small fight between the city and the old woman who lived there the local newspaper carried the story  the city violated her property line and she wasnt going to have it  and when the wind of jurisprudence blew away the feeble smoke clearing her the stoop remained 

                                                if the front door wasnt hidden behind a decrepit sheet of plywood and a posted UNSAFE City Ordinance notice one could read the clipped yellowed article of her victory inside a brittle plastic sheath thumbtacked to it

other metal awnings hung over other windows at the sides of the house and over another doorway that let out onto another stoop to an illkept scant gravel and stone driveway

he never went behind the house  the property was curtailed by a ramshackle stacked threefoot stone retaining wall

an easement paralleling the drive on the opposite side of the house led to its rear 

he neglected remarkably his curiosity out of respect for the privacy of who lived behind the old woman

the awnings at the sides of the house were collapsing which he thought oddthey were stout

                                                                                                 but it seemed since the house was clapped with rancid plywood the old lady removed?dead? that either the weight of the vacant birdnests or the small birds perching on them singing their gay songs had finally defeated them  or that they were sorrowful eyelids that no longer had any reason to remain open and gaze  the support scrolls on either side of the awningslike musical clef notes were squeezed into whole notes or mournful mouths

Ah dismayed he wondered if the old woman had lived alone

                                                                 the coolblue powderedblue cube for her made as much sense to him as a shoe made sense for the old woman who lived in a shoe – she had so many children she didnt know what to do – and they abandoned her as soon as they could

                                                    and her children never looked back

for they were certain their memories for the most part were fabulous fiction and really  really who would have fealty to fiction

woefully he missed the cubes vitality

1310,  Monday,  27  7. 18

1024,  Twosday,  24  7. 18

$26.66

I’m not buying that.

Okayyou can take something off . .

. . I’ll buy something more.

Because of three sixes

Are you an idiotYes.

he bit his tonguehe curbed the avalanche of Ya superstitiousya stupid led by your noseya led by yer pussy(occasionally their cock) Ya buy into that crap buy into the dictates of advertising

                                                                   Huh

felt like his head was going to blowup

but when he wasnt around work he came on gangbusters  perhaps a bit too strongperhaps guided by latent insults he was required to endure

                         sometimes he caught his tongue stepped back looked them in the face and say Give me a moment woudja  I just wanna knock off the clock so Im not workingnot an employee just an everyday common Joe

Then youre welcome to repeat what you just said

Yagoodwiddat

nothing inebriated him quicker than stupidity
not even a water glass filled with gin
up side
        he didnt suffer a hangover afterwards maybe a split lip  but he gave as good as he got

though usually his irritation not to suffer yahoos kept pushing him until it shoved him out the door before punches were thrown

he tried hard to exit

                     anybody who was that stupid stood a good chance their whole head was made of bone and hed hurt his hands  

he apologised elliptically I didnt mean to hurt your feelings  I didnt realise you had any

once upon a time he placed such lugs on a plane with planarianflatworms then he read that even theysimple animals had nociceptive receptor systems to steer them away from damaging situations
if they didnt veer he certainly wasnt backing down

nursing a black eye someone asked  Howd that happen?

hed say

theyd say  Boy, that’s stupid!

his point exactly

1538, Thursday,  26  7. 18

1632,  Friday,  27  7. 18

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2017/10/171017163703.htm

redux 26 October 2016

growing up in Chicago how couldnt a disaffected teenage paperboy not find hero-worship for SDSs Tom Hayden Freedom Rider Port Huron statementer  howl and cheer his part in the Chicago 8 standing against the Machines Boss Mayor Daley sitting(bound gagged and chained) shameful Judge Julius(Caesar) Hoffman and defended by the reeling razorsharp attorney William Kunstler(he wanted a Cunstler)

                                               how couldnt a disaffected teenager recognise Bobby Seales courtroom plight recognise then the validity of the Black Panther Party for Self Defence created after Malcolm Xs assassination and then understand all the more keenly appreciate that these black Oakland California men celebrated Womanism and associated with Whoa! Whos that? Angela Y. Davis her afro jacked him her intellect jacked him and years and years later she remained the only black woman he ever formed a crush on (what pinned his crush was his unmitigated relish that she was apprehended by (suspect J Edgars) FBI in a New York City Howard Johnsons Motor Lodge -- Friday Nights All-You-Can-Eat fried clams baby -- manna)  

in 2015 at a conference on Vietnam Haydens keynote remarks cited that there must be a persistent struggle for memory and for history they were living things on-going and did not end

his words caused him pause 

curiously the day before Hayden died he wriote a piece where he declared that he didnt spell America A-M-E-R-I-C-A but A-M-N-E-S-I-A

so despite his agonising his bitching his teen-angst of having to live in Chicago itching to begone

he did keep his eyes open

he was vigilant

            OH the things he saw the things he remembered keenly 

things that some people to-day are trying to rewrite

it made him wonder who the anonymous person was hed hand off to

1834,  Monday,  24  10. 16

2254,  Twosday,  25  10. 16

http://www.democracynow.org/2016/10/25/tom_hayden_1939_2016_on_vietnam

CSNY  Chicago  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEFsBF1X1ow

Womanist  http://noteasybeingred.tumblr.com/post/206038114/alice-walkers-definition-of-a-womanist-from-in

anytime someone approached his register carrying a bottle of Irish whiskey he queried them why they drank Irish to Canadian or Kentucky Tennessee whiskey  or perhaps scotch

he knew why he did
                      members of the The Peaky Blinders gang put a gun to his head for five seasons  and they were always good to their word 

an elderly gentleman who had stood behind a breathtaking young redhead(redheads were rarely breathtaking in his experience) stepped in her tangible space which remained after she left

My it feels like shes still her.

You can say that again man Godness

Godness?

My shorthand for true honest-to-God goodness

My. I believe I like that.

Youre welcome to it but I daresay you wont use it often I cant remember the last time I said so

She was godness.

She was And I also cant remember the last timeif ever I said that of a redhead I am not partial to redheads Or partial to blondes Imagine California blondes dont turn my head

Then boy, you’re like me, you like dusky women.

Dusky Yes I like that  I like dusky women

the old man nodded appreciating their mutual appreciation

And apparently we also seem to appreciate Irish spirits

My. Who are you? Me, when I was a young man?

No Then we couldnt be here together now  Or could we

the old man grabbed ahold of the counters lip before he let loose an awesome belly laugh 

after several moments he was able to sayMy! My my! That was a fine retort.

Thank you It is few an far between that can recognise a retort

Goodness, rather godness lad, how is it you’re working here?

I enjoy myself They pay me to enjoy myself Im rippin them off dont you think

I do. This is the most fun I’ve had buying liquor ever.

Then thats saying something

That’s truly saying something, yes. 

Youre not from here or live here

My. You are perceptive. Is it that I’m lacking my California tan?

he laughed Yes The tan More so the mannerthe way you carry yourself sir

Still? Mum would be proud. She was a bear about carriage and manners. Us children each had our own switches. She’d have us fetch them and stand waiting our turn. She told us, not a one of us, were ever going to reflect poorly on her. Not a one.

I appreciated her sternness later.  

And now.

A big family

There were ten children.

Im the eldest of eight

Then you know. I thought I recognised your mother in you.

Thank you Ill be sure to let her know You realise of course her head will swell

Have her remove her bonnet before you tell her so.

She lives back East with the whole mob They never got the Go West, young man, go West. John Babsone fantastic middle namehuh Babsone Lane Souleactually the whole of his name is quite melodious Then it was rephrasedmade famous by Horace Greeley but the country was already grown up when I was born

You know your history.

No I know trivia particularly trivia that incites me I also read a lot so I have a lot of useless information at my fingertipsplaying at the tip of my tongue I could probably happily commune with a chimp if I had to Tell himNO Drop the feces Therell be no flinging feces today

the old man burst into another bout of his belly laughter 

which proved infectious

he joined in and laughed till he had tears in his eyes

My, my. That was elating. I cannot say the last time I roared like that. I believe you cleared my sinuses, belched old smoke up out of my lungs.

My, my.

recovered he said I suppose we can tip our caps to our vivacious redhead and the space she left us eh

Yes. She certainly rarified our atmosphere. Truly rarified.

As I was saying my mother lives back East Ill call and have her take a seat so I dont floor her Imagining her in a bonnet is a cherry atop a sundae Thank you

You’re welcome.

they vied awhile longer but a line began to assemble

I should regret leaving our conversation, though I do appreciate you’re working.

My regret as well

One last thing. Don’t play Doonbeg if you golf if you visit Ireland. Illegal Russian money aided your president. And he was elated to have it.

Be a good boy, as your mother raised you.

they never got around to the old mans take on Irish whiskey

1046,  Saturday,  28  7. 18

https://www.irishtimes.com/news/ireland/irish-news/trump-inquiry-hears-claim-of-russian-mafia-money-link-to-doonbeg-1.3361639