3.3.21


thats rare but not really so rare as to be unexpected

he dreamed text  letters 
                          ALMOND

the lone word etched in white on black (did his unconsciousness have a subconsciousness) field

ALMOND was static 
                        it seemed he dreamed it for a long time

he waited patiently

waited for something to change

maybe become lowercase letters 
                                   something

his dreaming mind wanderedplayed thought of variations finally got sick and tired of waiting and imposed opaque ghostly letters over ALMOND

almond 
         he took advantage of his consideration  also should ALMOND change he could see it change behind the lowercase letters

all mond

all mon

monal

model

modal

monodalith jazzing up monolith

a mend

amend

he stopped nothing was becoming

maybe his waiting his inactivity for so long beggedinformed its inaction

his dreaming mind couldnt imaginefathom why ALMOND would have appeared in the first place and then languish unchanged  lethargic as maybe only a single word can  a single dominating word

then he thought its not a noun its an adjective almond eyes  almondshaped eyes

or maybe what he needed if it were the noun was not to think of the kernelthe nut but perhaps the almond in its shell or stepping furthur out the almond in its husk on a tree 

ALMOND  all mode  all made  fate  faith  they werent the same

ALMOND 
          what was he chasing while the letters remained static  why did he really care  what was his fascination

usually when he dreamed text it scrolled

ALMOND didnt even jitter

usually they scrolled like he was reading a long continuous page

sometimes in reverse 
                      which was entertaining as all hell  felt like he was going to injury his brain

ALMOND

in font not handwriting   certainly not his

and not a font he preferred which irritated him furthur then perhaps or therefore not his fabrication hed been hackedSTOP 
            NO  he hadnt been hacked  half the time if he didnt have to be there he wouldnt but he couldnt put this beast on auto-pilot and in good conscienceHA conscience consciousness  walk away 

it was necessarily he


he might wakeup with a headache

though hed bet he wouldnt

 

 

ALMOND  until he woke

1019,  Sunday,  17  11. 19
1204,  Twosday,  2  3. 21

2.3.21

four variants of Trump virus

rabid Abbott 
              https://www.kxan.com/news/texas/gov-abbott-to-share-exciting-news-at-130-p-m-press-conference-tuesday/ he fucks up the response to the recent Freeze  now hes teeing up death like no other except the Dear Leader – the man who was never president                                                

for a man confined to a wheelchair he shouldnt be teeing up a damn thing

1654, Twosday,  2  3. 21


Racism

Supreme Court justice Amy Coney Barrett  
                                            “What’s the interest of the Arizona RNC in keeping, say, the out-of-precinct ballot disqualification rules on the books?”

GOP lawyer Michael Carvin 
                             "Because it puts us at a competitive disadvantage relative to Democrats. Politics is a zero-sum game.”

in other words the Republican party is a white supremacy party and coloured votes have to be suppressed

Justice Barrett  the historically sacrificial black-desired white woman  Yah she can help keep America ruled by starched-white patriots whackos


its 2021 400 years of fucking over Negroes and now their coloured brethrenSTOP
                                                                                       white people who embrace this mentality are animals are pigs 
                                 Terribly sorry pigs dont mean to bring you downmisalign you  yare better than they are

1738,  Twosday,  2  3. 21

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXeacp23Dhg

 

Yawanna play

Whats that

Follow the leader

Mebbe  Who

Two cats I know youll dig



Im listening

Oh yare waitin for me to say

You said two cats Id dig Layem on me

Vincent an Henry

Okay You got my attention

Youll remember Vincent wrote Theo  I let myself go without thinking of any rules.

I think . . I . d . .
. . Yaknow yaknow do  Yaplayin hard to get

she gave him a stern look  still there was humour in it   Get on with it man 


they flirted whenever they ran into each other she was getting tired of running around trying to run into him

unbeknownst to her his place overlooked her brownstone

on occasion hed catch her going out the tiled foyer through that massive wood elaborate glass front door if he was dressed hed bug out of his place through the alley an see if he might run into her clandestinely in the neighbourhood

her step this morning wasnt deliberate casual   

if they ever clicked hed have to move shed mentioned her place before he hadnt

hes admired her since grade school

she didnt pay him any attention

but he was mighty shy  then 


Henry wrote about painting . . . the monster simply grows under my hand . . . what I am trying to point out is that these failures, or monstrosities, are a result of my faith in the virtue of letting things happen. 
                                                                                          he wrote later that when theyre framed and hung he realised they had qualities that he never dreamed of when he tossed them aside 


Having fun arent you fun at my expense

No not at all 
               Yaknow what Im saying is true true about youyour mindset  mindset if I have to call it something

Youre audacious you know

Im not Yave shared pieces of your writing with me In each and every one there are seminal images sentences that are hot and scorch the rest The rest is the fixturethe head holding the jewels

You tryin to get in my pants 
                             he continued asif he hadnt heard her Sometimes when looking at a painting I fixate on a portion of it enjoy its striations the shapes in the coloured oil seemingly minute aspects yet they inform embellish reorder reconflagrate my imagination my interest

Its also helped inform me excuse me as I say so yare not include . .
. . Im not

No not at all Its informed me of my regard of women who I admired for one single redeeming if yawill  quality  detail that so thoroughly attracted me I was ignorant to their ugliness  I let that singular aspect embody them   

as he spoke he looked her in the eyes

she thought to look away  but did not

And unfortunately on the other hand a single detriment might disgust me for the rest of what could be a very attractive person

Thats interesting she pursed her lips her lips were very attractive A kind of twisted one for all and one for all

Oh Clever  I didnt think of that thank you

Dont mention it 
                 she smiled A thoughtful gu . . 
. . Now excuse me for cutting you off  But not always

A learning curve

Nice of you to let me off the hook throw me back Really amazing when I think about it my abject blindness my inordinate narrowmindedness Blinkers for appeal and distaste

 

Hmm she purred she decided she liked him  Art is to waken the eye

2300,  Saturday,  25  1. 92
1020,  Twosday,  2  3. 21

1.3.21


he reminded her that his compassion was hard won

You keep saying so.

I do  because unconditionally you dole out your compass . . 
. . You think compassion has conditions?   it was nearly a snarl

It should  it should because the people who have secured your unblinkingyour unquestioning compassion arent worth it Theyre using you And not that I havent said this before to you about them 
                                                                                   Theyre  snakes 
That’s cruel.

To whom

To them, and to me . . 
. . Stop Yare like your mother You fall over yourself to help someone reflexively  without thought without questioning the circumstances yare so willing to aid


her eyes were wet   she glared

This conversation is not new You knew this about me when we dated You knew this when I asked you to marry me  Not new

 


Compassion We either have it or we dont I do  but at the price of knowing why I should be compassionate

Tryin to cultivate it I think thats appropriate cultivate it it is not an innate quality for me anwhile I may be improved exhibiting it an indignation hangs  a stain colours it

Donya think a shallow compassion is treacherous

Compassion Latin  To suffer with

 


Am I making any sense We havent gone into this this deep before


It is my compassion; and I will use it as I see fit.

Anyado Ive never tried to limit it you Yare upset is that Im not elbows an knees in it with you Thats not questioning you I accept you as you Im asking that you accept me who you knew me to be  as me

Why . . .

Please A shallow compassion I would eventually resent whoever because I didnt need to suffer their pains I chose to An choosing I can as easily choose to turn my eye away ignore them cease my discomfort 

Shallow compassion doesnt work 

When mine is earned Im all in 

Out of hand  out of hand   the only compassion Im willing to dispense without conditions though conditions are implied is for you and the children

Everyone else can bark up a tree without attesting first why they should deserve mine

 

the hastily constructed dam broke tears dribbled out of her eyes 
                                                                     she didnt sob 
I thought that you, you might see, one day, the error of your ways.


he didnt say 
            he thought  she was religious her parents were elders in the Presbyterian Church you worship a God who is Remote youve let Him snuff the godlike Nature which is inherently yours 
                                                                             unfortunately  not a discussion
 
1315,  Friday,  24  1. 92
1511,  Monday,  1  3. 21


Do as I say, not as I do (because I’m not telling you what I did).  says the orange Dear Leader to his loyal followers

https://www.businessinsider.com/trump-got-the-covid-19-vaccine-at-the-white-house-in-january-2021-3

Trump virus has killed 517,000 Americans

2001,  Monday,  1  3. 21

https://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/trump-kept-january-vaccination-a-secret-let-supporters-go-astray-on-covid-science-101813317650?cid=eml_mra_20210302



he found himself doing something he doubted few people did

if they were in cars they were screwed 

they werent competition
                          not with him
he owned it 
            anif someone tried to step inbetween him and it take it from him theyd find their hands full

 

he walked with hawks they accompanied him overhead 

somehow he knew they were therehe lookedup out of the book he was reading 
                                                                                  bold as brass
hed always been keen to their cries but today they were soundless somehowsomeway he was keen to their wings slicing the high silverblue currents they soared on 
                                                          Whasat 
then lookingup he found one   then another 
twos   once threes 


he was gratefultheyd never how much 
                                   but then he maybe thought they wouldthat they were cognizantthey were on a mission his daughter divined 


she admired them as much as he
                                  MORE
they were her totem

his were buffalo  though on rare occasions hawks might have outtouched them

his earthiness demanded buffalo 
                                    however  sometimessomething  ethereal   airy    a hawk 


she was tickled to know that about him

knowing at once his tendency to brusqueness

then that he could have a light lovelyeffervescent touch

 

he walked with hawks the entire time he was out

they looked over his shoulder as he read 
                                            laughed at him when he walked backwards through an intersection  drivers irritated  honking their car horns 
                                   Fuck em HUH
in California  a pedestrian  in broad daylight  knock him down hed be up and through the windshield eating their eyeballs he wasnt someone to underestimate trifle with he was a buffalo of abundant readied violence constantly sounding in his ears running in his veins  slippery   like a hawk slicing through the sky

                                                                                               1824,  Sunday,  28  2. 21 
                                                                                                1024,  Monday,  1  3. 21 

28.2.21

 


shed never be accused of handling material deftly
                                                      she juggled it like balls too big for her hands
at the getgo  going well 
                             the first bobble threw her timing off

then she was unable to keep the rhythm
 
           erring 
                      bobbling  all the balls falling down 


one would think that for as long as shed been trying 
                                                        shed stop give it up      Quit


Quit wasnt in her

she walked from ball to ball picking them up

ball by ball she inspected them

it had to be the balls

some imperfection she missedoverlooked 

certain a ding an imbalance 


                                        she couldnt find either

she shook the dustpicked the lint off the line Absence of evidence isnt evidence of absence

it brought a shortlived solace

any harbor during a storm

its Any port in a storm 


she liked harbors 

                     wasnt a sailor likely to have a woman in every port

its A girl in every port

she liked women

 

obfuscation 

              obscuring 

                           denying something doesnt make it any truer                               
maybe if the balls were different colours

she tried that

maybe if the balls were significantly smaller

she tried that


Maybe you ought to stop. If it was meant to be you’d have succeeded by now. 




Succeed

Success is in the trying



he really liked her
 
                     he had an aversion to perfection  

2240,  Saturday,  27  2. 21

27.2.21



    Hmmm   unmoored 
                                      
                                              she wouldnt approve

a mooring suggests the sea

she didnt mind standing on a beach looking out to sea

she didnt mind swimming out to sea

hundreds and hundreds of metres

he swam with her because she asked  Would you like to swim out with me?

it was Hawaii  Black Rock 
                              theyd leapt from the rocks  actually he leaptshe dove

The water's so clear, I can see the bottom.

Lets go


they breaststroked out jabbering the whole way 

out and out

                Are you getting tired

No, Dad, are you?

No  but Im bigger than you

No, I’m fine.

Okay  though eyeball back  every stroke out like walking is a step back  cept we donhave to worry about drowning on land

That's a good point, Dad.

I have them on occasions 




I can’t see the bottom.

he looked  he couldnt see it either  Yah me neither

Dad? 
     she looked at him with her huge beautiful brown eyes  her mothers eyes  their ridiculously expressive eyes  Do you think . . . . there are . . sharks . out here?

Love  sharks live in the ocean

They do.

They do 


she looked over her shoulder at the distant beach  stopped swimmingtread water   I . I think we can swim back now.

he tread water beside her  Think its time

she fixed him with her eyes trying hard not to betray any emotion  they were bigger than moments before

Yeah. I think so.

Okay   Quiet  steady strokes  Im right beside you love

We really swam out far.

We really did  Ill betcha well see the bottom real soo . .
. . Yeah, soon.

Soon  In a heartbeat

she was looking

In a heartbeat

Yes.  A heartbeat.

 

 

Anthere ya go baby theres the bottom  You see 
                                                  shed been looking steadily for it the whole time  Oh, yes, you’re right .. I can, I can see it.

There you go  the water is growing shallower and shallower with every strokeeach an every stroke  Nice and steady love

 

there was hell to pay when they got back
                                          Momma bear  What the hell were you thinking? at him Do you know how far out you swam?

No  Aniela  Do you know how far out we swam

Mom, we swam until we couldn’t see the bottom; I don’t know how far.

I do, I walked out to the end of the Rock, I could barely see your headsToo far!

And were back

And you’re back. 
                  Is that some kind of salve?

Were back  Id say so  Aniela wouldnt you say

Yes, I’d say so.  Mom, I’d say so.

That’s not for you to say, Aniela, I’m talking to your father.

Mom, I asked Dad to swim with me, he let me lead, we didn’t go out further than I couldn’t swim back.

she shook her head  A couple of idiots, a big one who should know better, a little one who doesn’t know any bette . .
. . I do.  I know how far I can swim, Mom.

 

 

but no one could put Aniela on a boat
                                       she wasnt having it   she had nightmares


unmoored

                   without her  thats exactly how he felt 
                                                           unmoored  untethered  she had been his fixture   rudderless

    a year later

                        he couldnt see the bottom

                                                                 1449,  Reggae Friday,  26  2. 21  tomorrow  the 27th                                                                 

26.2.21

 

                   he had a dream that every time he went to use the telephone – a telephone – not a cellphone not an iPhone smartphone he had no use for them  he was slavish only to the demands of his books that whispered seductively  breathlessly   he was slavish to written words  
                                                               he remembers freshman year high school in a study hall curriculum mandated that students had to suffer study halls half studies twenty minutes full periods forty minutes but the full period were actually half periods stitched together he had six minutes the passing time to get up from one seat in the study hall rows and rows of desks seats and worktops and work his way to another  a teacher sat before themmonitoring them at a table Quiet!  Quiet!   Quiet as in the library or a church 
                                                                                        a study hall as a sanctuary to read write do homework so he wouldnt have to carry it home at the end of the day in his arms  when he was a kid they didnt wear backpacks – if backpacks were worn  --  how was a guy to carry a girls books home for her no matter if she lived in the completely opposite direction of their house

in study hall behind opened text books he read Lolita Candy Story of O rather Histoire d’O he was studying French as his language requirement Naked Lunch  Marquis de Sades works frankly any and all porn he could get his hands on for four years 
                books  words  whispered to him

 

the telephone 
              every time he tried to use a telephone someone was on the party line a party line not the idiomusually considered the communist party line all political parties have party lines demands of the movements canon demands for conformity for ideological elements specific for partisanship 
                                                                 last time he fell for that crap was Cub Scouts
rather the party line was a loop telephone circuit shared by the neighbourhood  freakin entertaining to listen into if he was quiet enough to overhear housewife gossip  try not snicker WHO’S THERE?! GET OFF THE LINE! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

LIKE HELL YOU DO hangup laughing


every time he tried to use the telephone someone was on it

in the dream he wasnt a kid

he was trying to get urgent word to  . .  someone 
                                                   the dream never said 
all he knew was that it was urgent 
                                     it was critical he found himself angrily hanging up then going from room to room an office building? an apartment building? floor to floor finding people  curiously men on telephones and knocking them off their chairs onto the floor  violently ripping telephone cords out of walls and throwing the phones out of windows whether opened or not 
                       he relished the sound of breaking glass its brittle shrillness
he shouldered through doors into rooms holding talkers 

sometimes they were people in conversation 
                                               he apologised for interrupting them 

he shouldered through quiet doors found the telephone in the room and tried to use it SOMEONE WAS ON THE LINE
ripped the telephone out of the wall and hurled it through the window



eventually he picked up a telephone and there was only the murmur a dial tone he remembered the number NE1-5471
he was panting anxious  whoever was supposed to be on the end either didnt pickup he let it ring for minutes or someone pickedup their voices muffled or mumbling he couldnt distinguish if it was a woman or a man 
                                                                                                              however  he forgot why he was urgently calling


a dream  a nightmare

AMish,  Reggae Friday,  26  2. 21
1147,  Reggae Friday – speaking to his state of mind
Emerson, Lake and Palmer  Karn Evil 9  1 st Impression, Part 2  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wa60v32WAkY

25.2.21

 

talking with his daughter last evening she blew him up with two sentences she hadnt shared with him before because as much reading and writing he did she assumed he was familiar with them

they were trying to dig themselves out from under the new sorrow of a dear friend who had died the night prior
he had received an email 
                           Joe. I really wish I never had to say this but we lost Mom at 7:05 last night.
at lost Mom he was calling his daughter she had beenas her sister mothered and raised by Mom  their sitter for eight years

Moms family and theirs were indivisible 
                                          the pain of her death was immediate sharp he struggled to read the next two sentences then concluded She went peacefully and is now with Dad. his voice caught several times as he read to her

they were haggard from death 

the familys eighth death inside a year

those deaths atop the halfmillion by Trump virus 


                              beat  down



reaching to share memories 
                             acknowledging them  the stories Mom was taking with her helped subside their sudden sobs  sighs   tears

 


he recently had written a letter to her boyfriend thanking him for films he thought he might enjoy if he didnt have them

her boyfriend was struggling with his handwriting he could have been a tagger

I tried hard babe I really did to write legibly  I reread it twothree times and thought I had achieved plain

You’re never plain, Dad.

I tried

I helped him I took the Valentine’s note you wrote me and transcribed it, printing it plainly. 
                                                                                                You know me to be able to write plain.

the self-depreciating monkey Funny  he said

You know I am.

So you provided him a decoder ring as it were

A decoder ring she laughed  I suppose I did.

Thank you

You know what you could have done?

No Wha

Written him the sentence The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog Why would I have written him thatI never heard of it  Whas that about

Dad? What’s that about?

Youre being rhetorical correct

You never heard that sentence before?

You mean Daughter beating her father senseless with a brown fox and a lazy dogNo

You’re kidding me?

Yareally gonna continue beating me while Im unconscious

I can’t believe it.

Believe Whas the import of the sentence

Jeez, Dad, it’s every letter of the alphabet in a sentence.

he ran it over and over in his head and conceded – she wouldnt lie to him – she was accurate 
                                                                                                 WOW Didnt know thatnever heard it Yes It likely would have helped had I known  How long have you known that clever little trick

I learned in grade school.

Well should have shared it with me edumacated me

Kids think their parents know everything.

Nah By the time I was seveneight I recognised serious discrepancies between the newspapers words and ideas I was delivering and what they knew a freakin void I couldnt see the canyon wall on the other side

Well, between Sis and I we never saw a canyon at all between us.

Thank you I suppose your Mom and I were a couple of sharp cookies despite not graduating college                                                                                                                               Yaseein a canyon now

Nah, maybe a teeny tiny fissure an ant can step over.

Wow yare certainly being magnanimous

Don’t mention it. 
                  Say, since you got me thinking . . . you ever hear of this sentence?

Did I open a can of worms

Maybe, maybe not.

he took a deep breath  Lemme hear it

You’ll like it.

Ill like it

Definitely. 


Awright  Im strapped in

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffulo buffalo. The first, third and seventh buffalo are capitalized.

I really like the subject as you said  Nope Never

Never?

Never

Never?

This an echo chamber

Man, Dad, you’re blowing me away.

You have Mom to thank


Yes she choked Yes, yes, I suppose I do.

If I may Ill borrow your phrase  Good Times Good Times

Ah.

Lets not forget the good times

 

123 or 1323,  Thursday,  25  2. 21

Peggy Lee  Is That All There Is?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sWTnsemkIs