22.5.19



from a sparse median separating traffic a water tap rose up out of the ground like a snake rearing to strike it wasnt aware of its elemental nature  
                             and heastonished  having come too close agilely had to sidestep the tap as it struck at him he pinned its head to the scrabble to the yellow grass with his foot

he couldnt afford to let his amazement rise  he felt it trying to twistwrestle itself from out under his arch anif he hadnt grasped it behind its head when he did it would have freed itself
                                                                    otherwise there wasnt anything serpentine about it 

it moved it might have wanted to thrash like a stout sapling  haltingly  stubbornly yielding to a brisk wind at the head of a storm front

it writhed stiffly


he felt bad for its circumstances but he had no manner or way to express his sympathy

if he dropped it he felt it would exercise its outrage against himlash out as he was convenient 

he couldnt assume anything mammalian existed in it nothing mammalian wrapped around its reptilian brain

                imagine   the oddity mixing inside his skull like a lava lamp gone roguegone hallucinogenic its wiggling clots roiling oil heated glass threatening to meltto spatter its componentsits very self on his bonybricked concave that formed to protect him protect him from without not from within                                                       

not from within . . .


not from within . . 
                   he understood that what was within him had always been his greatest threatthat there was no gulf between what was real or what could be realthat what was improbablewhat was impossible always remained possible 

Im probable
             Im possible
                    
he didnt need drugs to mindfuck himself 
      

1503,  Monday,  13  5. 19
1425,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  22  5. 19
The Low Anthem  wzgddrmtnwrdz  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MeepII7m5o

15.5.19



as he went to use a city librarys urinal he heard someone come into the restroom behind him yank open a stall door drop his drawer and squat noisily onto a toilet 

it was quite the production

but apparently – as he urinated – the production tripped over its big feet 
                                                                          the production commenced to grunt and groan and used blow to prevent pushing which he learned in birthing classes in the last century 
he found himself inadvertently Kegel-ing to the gruntsgroans 

he figuredpossibly his reaction might be associated contemporary like yawning when someone else yawns he was usually considerate he wouldnt go so far as to say compassionate but his consideration chaffed became irritate  couldnt he who squatted in the stall some stalls over from the urinal he used have waited a minuteanahalf longer before coming in obviously he wasnt shitting anytime soon

as he washed his handslistening to the titan battle he thought to say out loud  For all your labours you better name it when youve finished

rather 
       he thought he thought it
he hadnt realised he had until he heard his voice echo off the paleblue tiled walls  he understood ceramic was easier to clean than a surface that was baffled or absorbed sound 

Oh well he thought  then he thought and he thought it often  it was a good thing he had been an athlete throughout school and college he had become somewhat inured to locker room sounds and smells sights

rather
       true be known  he would have preferred listening to Low Anthems Wire

1406,  Monday,  13  5. 19
1232,  Twosday,  14  5. 19

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14.5.19



on the 101 north of Buellton California he drove into a heavy rainstorm that in turns were infested with bouts of hail

he said it out loud so he wouldnt forget to tell his daughter  Ive been through hail and back to get here

shed laugh 

she got him

as profane or as sexual he was she knew him to be the man he was

he never pulled any punches with either of his girls


he was driving to LA to spend precious time with his family indeed   precious    with other family members they all knew it but never spoke of it they acquiescedsubmitted  they did the familial obligation  which was something akin to being born with an unusual birthmark  but not too unusual or obvious that youd spend money to have it removed 

Take a deep breath 

Fratricide or sororicide could be pricey  

so hed rather endure



Ive been through hail and back to get here

                                                     but there wasnt anything he wouldnt do for them


1127,  Friday,  10  5. 19
1144,  Twosday,  14  5. 19
The Low Anthem  To the Ghosts Who Write History Books  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2QNqKhdGIw
ever wander through the types of murder available to us? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_types_of_killing#Killing_of_family




eat your kill 


if you kill something you eat it

trouble todaythese days was that very few ate what they killed because they hadnt the stomach to kill to eat 

they want somebody else to kill so they could eat




whatever Ai killed hed eat 
                             he was a sucker for Asian dolls  look how far hes come  he didnt write Oriental dolls  people had kneejerk reactions to his Oriental  they didnt pause long enough to learn he also used Occidental

so what if she killed a watermelon

the melon was cracked wide open

its innards exposed

hed seen cracked melons

hed seen brains exposed

hed prefer they were watermelonsprefer to savor its cool sticky juices spitting their seeds playfully  randomly 

but that wasnt the case                                                                    

he collected dog tags

he wrote letters to their familiespeople hed never met or seen  to inform them of their loved ones death  their circumstance 
                ought to sit down an try to write a letter like that

that was a sober to annihilate with liquor later

anif not liquor then whatever you could get your hands on

you needed the liquorthe whatever to sear the memoryto burn it beyond recognition so that when it bubbled up again into your consciousness an it would you couldnt recognise one horrible mess from another  an homogenising the discrete  making it indiscrete  you save yourself

they werent to be saved


otherwise they would have been 
                                    an he had to let them become simple stone mileposts along the road of his life



Ai  another hunk of melon please . . .    all of her packed onto 1.60 m  crazy

2325,  Monday,  13   5. 19
1043,  Twosday,  14  5. 19
The Low Anthem  A Weary Horse Can Hide The Pain  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90Ssi-T28zg

13.5.19




Dont look now but I think someones following you


he talked to himself  
                    his voice carried in the confined narrow alleyway between brick walls it carried pleasantly  pleasantly like his voice did in the shower but everyone dug their singing voice in the shower

hearing himself he laughed 
                             he said Nobodys following me it carried over his retreating Dont look now but I think someones following you

no one followed him 
                      he had a string of farts he emitted a step at a time over ten feet that he relished

had someone stepped into the alleyway concurrently he would have apologised though only for courtesys sake 

if he was rude though he wasnthe was a product of propriety he would have gleefully stepped to one side or the other letting them pass and enjoyed their side glancetheir evil eye  their unarticulated You pig.


Aaah to be rude on occasion would be liberating    


0814,  Friday,  10  5. 19
1311,  Monday,  13  5. 19
The Low Anthem  Bless Your Tombstone Heart  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6qxJyIKPvE



he followed cowpaths deer an elk trails in Montanas Bitterroot 
                                                                 who knew the lay of the land better than they

he hiked with his dog Fatty a Samoyed Husky cross
                                                       carried a Colt revolver hung in a cartridgeholster casually around his chestunder his right arm  forward  so it didnt interfere with the natural swing of his arms a KA-Bar knife at his spine

lions and bears no tigers OhMy

he wanted options while he was in the mountains



in his Twenties those trails always intrigued himhad called to him  

now rural California a small city footpaths fashioned by small animals were followed by intransigents homeless vagrants  the paths wound down to creek beds ran beside them and passed under street bridges  these too intrigued him

people he came upon glared at him asif he was intruding asif they had some right to it and theirs superseded his  

he didnt carry the Colt

the KA-Bar nestled at his spine

Whadaya want? they snarled

Im walkin

Walk somewhere else.

Somewhere else is ahead  As I said Im walkin

You might wanna turn around, man, head back from where you came.

I might say the same to you  I live here in this town  

Probably a good chance if you take advantage of local shelters or food kitchens a portion of my money is helping you anif thats the case  you should say thank you
                                               But in any case Im passing through

You might wanna think about it again.

behind the man a bush trembled

there was no wind in the creek hollow

I dont suppose you understand a declarative clause

another man stood up out of the bush

he held a dried broken tree limb like a staff before him

Im passing through 
                     he didnt linger for any furthur yammering
the ball was in their court

if necessary hed protect himself

the talker bent over and picked up a crude staff too

they hadnt pay attention to the saplings growing mellpell around them

they could jab

they couldnt swing

their Mommas raised fools

he slipped the KA-Bar out from his spine  unsheathed it

he kept a keen edge on it with a stone 

it flashed a line of lightning under the green colourthe leafy canopy

he kept walking

they paused

he who hesitates is lost

they let him pass

not that they let him


Discretion is the better part of valour

Shakespeare

Henry the Fourth 

Falstaff pretending to be dead on the battlefield rises Prince Hal thinks he is dead and has left the stage  Falstaff says The better part of Valour, is discretion; in the which better part, I haue saued my life.

the “u’s” always bugged him 
                               though not half as much as these urchins    


it didnt strike him queer in the moment or later when he recalled it that he thought of Shakespeare

he read his plays for pleasure


he didnt think for a moment that they thought of Shakespeare



after walking past them he continued along the small animal path along the creekits increasing bramble never once looking back over his shoulder

the next bridge was in a halfmile

he couldnt help but casually wonder if more Mommas hadnt raised fools

1336,  Friday,  4  5. 19
1429,  Twosday,  7  5. 19

12.5.19



he tried
          anif he couldnt or didnthe always held onto his want wantondesire to fly above the fray fly like a hawk at hunt above a creek bed 
                    later feasting on its unsuspecting denizens  unsuspecting because from his boyhood he understood that people were few an far between who thought to look up  
                                                                and for those childhood lessons his head was always on a swivelhe was always imagining what could be or what might be  he exercised the violent possibilities that occurred to him fascinated by the possible fictions 
                                          which perturbed his sister when he shared it  Why do you think like that?

Because theres something inside me that doesthat wont let me rest



being awarepaying attention to his fictions he imagined what he would he do if his worse imaginingsif his genies lamp rubbed raw went south

an when he went south

he didnt just cross the borderline

he went deep




then the holdup he bitched to Corporate about happened
                                                          the same Corporate who tried to take his knife from him

apparently the only knife he was allowed was their safety razor knife with guard so an employee didnt cut themselves KahRIST  Barking up the wrong tree he told them he submitted a signed dated document that if he cut himself with his knife he wouldnt hold Corporate responsible hed pay his own medical bills  Whered these clowns come from


he was walking towards the back of the store when three guys came in behind him  

turning to greet them as was Corporate mandated he sawrecognised their deliberation

maybe buying liquor was far from their minds 

they fanned out the wingmen forward of the apex man

it looked like a dance  

hoodies

sunglasses at night

their heads tucked like turtles

their mothers wouldnt know them


they held their hands inside the pouches before their bellys

the pouches looked heavy

apex called to him Could you help us, please? polite he couldnt see either wingmen now  they were obscured by the liquor shelvesthe upright bottles

he didnt move towards him

his coworker was to his right stocking an endcap

he glanced at them casually

they had heard apexs call for help

quietly he said to her You need to leave  Go out the back door

she looked at him docilely

I  said  go . .
. . Excuse me, can you help me? asked apex

the girl left 
             How can I help he asked he still hadnt moved forward he glanced left and right trying to locate where the wingmen had manoeuvered

Please, I have a question apex said

Yes 

still he didnt move forward 

he anticipated they knew the safe was forward


Yes


COMHERE GODDAMMIT! apex yelledpulling a revolver from his pouch  GET UP HERE! MOVE!

he dropped to the concrete floorrolled then bellycrawled to the aisle immediately to his rightthe endcap where the girl had been where she was stocking grain alcohol moonshine
YOU! HEY YOU!

his knife was out he torn in half the bandanna handkerchief from his back pocket unscrewed two liters of Everclear stuffed the halves into their necks upset the bottles and righted them again when the wicks were wetted 
he stood
         as he walked forward he produced the cigarette lighter his father left himthe only thing his father left him when he died 

he stepped back into the center aisle where apex had walked deeper into the store YOU! COMHERE!

he flipped the scarred metal lighter open with his thumb

he had stabbed his knife through his jean pocket  used it as an impromptu holster

COMHERE! menacingly

Might wanna rethink this asshole

COMHERE FUCK!

with one Everclear tucked under his arm he bent his elbow raising the other he held up the lighter in his opposite hand  You should imagine youre standing in the middle of a glut of flammable liquids  he lit the lighter  the wingmen emerged to either side of him aisles away  revolvers drawn YOU might imagine the inferno that will start with you
he didnt wait to hear what apex had to say

he lit the wickdropped the lighterlit the second Everclear off the first  GAME TIME 

apex reared back turned and fled

DADDYS GONE BOYS

the smarter of the two turned up an aisle and fled first 

he gave them a moment and rushed after themwent through the pneumaticsighing doors hurled the bottles into the empty parking lot

they made ecstatic exclamation marks on the tarmac   


he imagined they had enough imagination to go in three different directions


he burned his hands 


Corporate was paying for that
  

1310,  Thursday,  2  5. 19
1129,  Sunday,  5  5. 19

10.5.19



My whole life has been a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason (Lermontova A Hero of Our Time)

he could relate
                however hed drop the miserablethere was nothing miserable about trying and failing life was trying and failinglife  was few successes and appreciating them (hell  professional baseball players are paid millions of dollars and cant bat .300)not that he paid attention  anymore than hed pay attention to professional golf – hours and hours of televised sky – now  if the game were played in rain and lightning storms  tornado funnels leaping around like mischievous children . . he might watch


it was an interesting house  
                              My grandfather made it by hand. As he built it he lived in a sod hut beside it. Once it was erected, the fireplace threw smoke, he rode on a horsedrawn wagon to the city to fetch my grandmother and my two eldest uncles.

I like it a lot

Thank you. We don’t come out here much. Only the homestead remains. The family sold off the hundreds of acres by grandfather acquired.
They’re wealth.

They agreed to leave me the house, a bit more than an acre, and water rights, if I’d be willing to forego any proceeds from the sale of the farm.

This place means more to me than money can afford.



it was on a high cupboard shelf beside the large fireplace that he found a mouldy hardbound book Venus im Pelz (Venus in Furs) 

Your grandfather read German

My grandfather was a polyglot. I thought it strange, think it even now, that he came to Canada, Saskatchewan, to be a farmer.

Im familiar with the book in English

You are? What is it about?

Let me put it this way The author Leopold von Sacher-Masoch an Austrian wrote it in 1870 Sacher-Masoch  Ring any bells

Sacher-Masoch? No.

Awright howbout this Masoch

Masoch? Masoch. No. I can’t say that it does.

Awright Howbout this  The German psychiatrist von Krafft-Ebing who used Sacher-Masochs name as the root to a particularshall we say condition

No. I’m not following you at all.

Ill have you know that holding this book in my hands here  that I am very fond of your grandfather He did speak English

He was English.

All the more delectable Anyone in the family beside your grandfather read German

No.

And you have no idea what Im talking about

I don’t.


Well then  first let me say how fortunate and happy I am to have made your acquaintance and how very much I appreciate your invitation to stay the night at your grandfathers house though you might eventually find your way to calling it your houseyour home

Thank you; although I imagine I’ll always call it my grandfather’s house.

Which is understandable 

I am very grateful

And you’ll be more grateful, as will I, once I get a fire stoked, heat the place up a bit. Care for whiskey in the meantime?

That would be excellent And while you busy yourself at the fire Ill share this bit of information about your German edition of Venus in Furs 

Thank you he accepted a tumbler of whisky

To our health.

Yes To our health

they tapped glasses and he admired the moving colour of amber cast in them by the growing fire in the fireplace

Krafft-Ebing was a psychiatrist as I said

He was notable for naming cerebral neuroses Gotta love naming thingsmaking them your own Since  theyve been negated by the DSM the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for Mental Disorders  the early Eighties I believe

His neuroseswhich I remain fond of  are paradoxia sexual excitement independent of I love this the physiological processes of the generative organs 
Wanna guess  he laughed

Anaesthesia not what you think rather the absence of sexual instinct

Hyperanaesthesia Satyriasis Increased desire The old mans got money so why not fuck him How long could he possibly last  Or even cum

Sorry I get carried away sometimes An havin a drink and fingerin a German edition of Venus im Pelz is overwhelming
I am beside myself

as the fire grew and threw its heat his host remained seated at the roughhewn table worn smooth by use and time  seated in a storebought chair nearest the flames a matching chair at the other end of the table he sat near the fire too on one of the handwrought benches on either length of the table

And paraesthesia Perversion of the sexual instinct

Krafft-Ebings book Psychopathia Sexualis was also one of the first books of sexual practise and studied homosexuality bisexuality necrophilia anilingus

He derived masochist or masoChrist as I like to call it from Sacher-Masochs name  particularly from your grandfathers book


Psychopathia Sexualis was published in 1886 Krafft-Ebing was recognised as an authority on sexual deviant behavior  If such a thing exists


he took the book from his hands
                                  Well. I suppose I learned . . something . . . about my grandfather today.

That he was a man I understand he was dead before you were born

Yes.

Well He was out in the open It wasnt like a tardy pamphlet hidden in his bottom drawer or a stack of Playboys secreted in the garage rafters is it


No. It’s not.

he had finished his whisky it kept his whistle wet Howbout another whisky to celebrate your grandfather a farmer a polyglot  likely an intellect

Youve probably recognised that all the books on the cupboards top shelf are in foreign languages 

Unless of course  youre like most people who never look up


1614,  Sunday,  5  5. 19
1323 or 123pm,  Monday,  6  5. 19

Velvet Underground  Venus in Furs  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwzaifhSw2c
The Barr Brothers  Deacon’s Son  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6U6bHrKV2M