9.6.24


took a quiet hitter fivemg


had returned from a walkread for a reheated dinner a beer an a film Lolita afterwards
WHYNOT
RAMBLE
            also
in a file he found a piece he played with last in 2004 Oneish  day-between-2-Ts  that he called Wednesday then
                                                                                                                     it began

. . . trying to read but not interested wondered what he was trying
                                                                           YAWwwwwwning

yawwwwwning

left                                                        and                                                        right

    saw wearable art ad probably a magazine

one line of action is  wearable disruption
disruption eruption irruption corruption rupture rapture rapt raptor rapture raptor  or corrupt raptor   or corrupt raper

another line as he read the ad

THINK

THEETHINK

THINK IN THIN INK

THINKNIK beatnik or THINKKNACK the thinkknack of a thinknik  picnics


it smelled cool over at the creek
                                 was a really hot high brightblue California sky day
THINK  INK   TINKER

a think tinker in ink red ink
                                 re-Dink
takin potshotsplunking in ink
                               theres always a thoughtthinking when a hand touches a pen touches paper  always a way words suddenly appear on page
asif paged
              paging  someone
something
            some  thing   other some thing because
it arrived in ink

visible

palpable
           risking a twodimensional existence
di-mansions  demon-sions  dement-tions   de-mention    dementias                                                                                                       
whereby he thinks
                     dementia can be just another word
anif only a word a word
                           can dementia exist
does it turn pages
                     is it
a flipside
a posit

if a posit legit
                other unusual posits equally are legit  for their commonality
if not common
if rare
          minimalising its rareness would be uncommon  unseemly

if commons legit

uncommon  unlegit
                     illlegit illlegitimate   illlegitintimate     incestuous
SO:
        rare
        uncommon
        unfounded
        illconceived
        poorly considered

rare is inconsiderate or is it unconsidered underconsidered
SO:
        uncommon
        un-common
        under-common
                        hierarchyLOOK hie-rare-archy   anarchy
smoke blowing across a page
too HOT
to handle

                  censored
cen-sor
scent-sore
sense-sore

See no evil

Hear no evil

Speak no evil

Taste no evil

Feel no evil
          AW
take a ballpeen hammer an anvil to it
                                     Obliterate it
evil

live
    unsedated

slightly high

21  7. 04
1929,  Sunday,  9  6. 24
Hegel:  The true evil is an attitude which perceives evil everywhere.

Rene Creval:  No daring is fatal. 

You think that’s funny?

    he was laughing too hard to speakhead bouncing upandown like a yo-yo

I mean man . . . . you really think that funny?

squealing high thin Hilarious
                               to himself Ohshit that not thats
Hilarious? outraged

bobbleheadssqueals again  Fuckin hilarious

Sick, sick, sick sense of humour.
                                   he literally turned his back on him shook his fists at empty air

Po buddy

constantly had to tell him to learn be able to laugh at yourself
                                                                  Woudya take the fuckin joke 
was relating a interview he had that afternoon for a job
                                                           They the company an me  we agreed to not worry about foregoing it on-line  I apologised Told them my PC glitched that morningLIED thaantha don know how to use it
Im tryin to be fairYES we didnt ZOOM I told them I was comfortablewilling to talk with them on the telephone

Your iPhone? they asked

My PC is plentyunfortunately   until this morning I find it house phone redundant ball in their court

Hesitantly they allowed it
                            Was a good interview for teneleven minutes  then she asked what I knew was coming


What?

Likely trained on-line she was probably lessaware less prepared  Empathetic  I woudnt think theyre trained bedside manners

What?

Yah She popped the question
                                 So tell me . HOLY COW BOUTTIME . . where do you see yourself in five, ten, fifteen years?

I let it hang


I let it hang like aging beef  like I was deeply considering her question   In earnest

I repliedsnorted  Alive
                        Hilarious

1606,  Sunday,  9  6. 24
456preferred, Sunday
Connie Francis  Never On a Sunday  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSL6YNCU4bc

Henry Miller
              Make mud puddles . . . but see to it that they reflect the galactic varnish.  found it in Nexus page 69

nexus
      a connection link between things people events  especially that is or is part of a chain of causation
                                                                                                              if at the nexus of something one is in the middle of it
standing in the middle of an intersection


those are places he visited inhabited
                                         as a provocateurhe would
inclined to be impetuous assertive aggressive woudnt think thered be room for empathy but there was


    make mud puddles

in his head he saw a rainwetted street an indistinct shadow a womans feet a pensive waiting posture arms crossed raincoat strapped at the waist hat pulled low over her eyes her expression anticipation
                                                                                            but not lookingrefusing to look in any direction for it
   sounding
               as a whale takes a deepbreath and dives a bird soars effortlessly on aircurrents and waves a bear remarkablynoiselessly  crosses a green forest floor

her own person
                   independent
   
January 2004
1138,  Sunday,  9  6. 24

he considered on paper while riding into work on the bus

                                                                 it occurred to him as he showered
after breakfasting on three raw eggs he cracked directly into his mouth as he stood at the kitchen sink looking out  entertaining his backyard and garden and coop

a consideration of fried or scrambled eggs
                                               how they ever got there
fried
      their structure fixedset once and for all  hopelessly non-ever to be a chicken
scrambled
            their parts batteredbeaten shiftedround folded into one another  sheared transfixed obliterated
                                                                                                                  a whole something else unable to be concerned with the hopelessness of never being a chicken


he watched the lather from washing his hair sluice turnlazy down the drain

it hadnt been the eggs awareness that appealed to him
                                                          rather
their attractive elastic fluidity
                               their tasty aspect  the feel in his mouth  their slippingrelenting as he sucked chewed and swallowed
      
7AMish,  day-between-2-Ts,  31  3. 04
0847,  Sunday,  9  6. 24

8.6.24


Head.


thats what she said
                       his boss
she was on the fourth floor  had a small officecould have had a larger one

it had a bank of windows that looked into the treetops the branches leaves  birds
                                                                                       dark trees like silver in a mirror

they distinctly definitively  reflected the office in their glass

she took it for that reason
                             and for the private bathroom off it
she faced the windows

when seated to meet with her ones back was to them

   the intimacy of the room was intimidating squared cubed  possibly tessersacted
                                                                                       not that he was
he was the joker in the deck that the other execs would have preferredwanted to have lost but she was keen on him

He tells me the truth, no matter.

he didnt prettify it

like him she took her coffee black her whiskey neat
                                                        he respected her
    now
          if only she wasnt so goodlooking


he worked for her for three years

Three years, three months, three days. she said when she called downstairs and told him to come up before he left for the day

Yabetcha boss


he rapped on the solid wood door
                                    she had the hollow one replaced
he couldnt hear beyond it


it SWUNG in
             Katy bar the door  she was imposing  sixfoot  stood before him right hand high on it

I thought you forgot.

No Put to bed a latecomer before heading up Figured you prefer I did not let it linger till morning  I also preferred
Whas up boss

she stepped rightpushed the door wide let him in

entering he said Queer  Always so queer

What’s queer?

You sit with your back to the door

Nobody comes in who’s not invited.

Yah  Theres tha

Pour us three fingers. I’ll be out in a moment.

on the credenza to his left against the brick wall matched her red oak Scandinavian desk was a silver platter a Waterford decanter stopper two Waterford tumblers
                                                        only ever two

as he finished pouring she returned was in arms reach when he turned

she piled her hair into a bun at the back of her head

taking the glass from him she held it in both hands
                                                           Three years?
I said 
        You said three three three

It’s been.

Ifya hadnt said I woudnt have known
                                         Thaswhy youre the boss
The boss.
           I believe . . after hiring you . . . you’ve not called me by my name since.
   No

You know my name.

I do

she moved the tumbler to her left hand their glasses opposite
                                                                     Tell me my name. 
Rianna

Thank you.
              Cin Cin, alla nostra salute.

To your health

they tapped glasses a pretty sound took a sip

Delicious

Redbreast.

Fifteen

Twentyone.

Whas the occasion

You calling me by my name.

Youre funny

I’m serious.
              backpedaling she walked to her desk

he went to go to a chair opposite her
No.
     Here.  she rested her fingertips on a crisp sheet of paper

as he came around the desk she deftly turned it so he could read


when he finished he lifted his head

Rianna

Yes. No more boss.
                     At least, not again, for another week week and a half. If you’re interested. To continue to work with me.


he stepped to herfacing her they were side by side

he halfturned looked out the windows
                                           in their glass he looked at them  Look
she turned her head

her profile was devastating

Look at us.


   the glass reflected himswitched his Redbreast to his lefthis body to hershis hand cup her ass
                                                                                                       he quit looking when he kissed her

she sighed
             she kissed him deeper


he was pretty damn sure their images burned themselvesetched themselves in the glasses memory
                                                                                                          what he saw in them that ensued was burned into his

1111,  Saturday,  8  6. 24

polymath polymath  polymath
                                 a wise man different than a wiseguy
theyd gone to that well instinctively whenever their discussions wend to men and women of intelligence

the women got an additional bump sapiosexual   they were sexually attracted to intelligence
                                                                                                    Anyway
he wasnt complaining
                       actually
he was

complaining  was irritated

polymath tried and true

he felt if something was going to be changed up then once said they were obligatedought to sayexplain so the other wasnt standing there with dick in hand
                                           courteous   common sense
he believed  believed didnt think   two different things

Polyhistor.


How do you spell it

P O L Y H I S T E R.

he asked that he spell it because when he pronounced it it sounded like polysister  poly much many from Greek polus much  Greek polloi many   eventually poly
                                                       Arya sure
he was irritated  hed opened the door wider for him to tell him wha a polyhistor or polyhister was

I’ll have to look it up.
                      he stoodproduced his everpresent iPhone from his front pants pocket and sat again

silently he manipulated it 

While youre playing with the damn thing ya can say

Greek  polu-  much very   Greek  histor  wise man   evolved  Greek poluistor  very learned   late Sixteenth Century evolved  polyhistor

I was wrong.

he was a lousy speller

It’s –or not –er.


he took a shallow breath so he didnt bark An it means

What do you think it means?

I do not know

Do you want to guess?

Ill guess hmmm
                 Wittgensteins Whereof  thereof
Oh for Christssak . .
. . Yare obliged to say since you know since you shared  An I must say   Shoudave shared before you learned you didnt spell it correctly

   Are you upset?
Irritated

Why . .
. . Irritated
             Open your mouth and say it woudya

It means a wise man.

Lemme guess

Guess?

Synonymous
               Polymath

his head bobbed like a bobbleheads would  That’s correct.

   Clever
           Anwhy didnt you say

You like words, like new words.
                                   I thought maybe you’d know.

Anwhen it was evident I did not
                                   Guess
I guess I have to ask  if the circumstance were flipped woud I have said wha polyhistor was

You?

 

 

You would have said.

   Yah
         Follow my irritation

   Not really.

late afternoon,  Thursday – D-Day,  6  6. 24
1036,  Saturday,  8  6. 24
Cat Stevens  Miles From Nowhere  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAEYFb7m8qM

7.6.24


An  hes off
            said to himself
he wasnt going to interrupt despite hearing it all before

he had a punchline prepared for when he ended

unfortunately they often sailed went over his head
                                                       he didnt explain jokes
preferred climaxes to anticlimatic


So you really can’t size people up without some sort of scale.

he better admit it
                 Wha can I say Im deficient

You really can’t?

thinks hes rubbing proverbial salt into a proverbial wound

I cant
       Not wasting my time

I look at the size of a person’s head. Even if they’re seated I can estimate their height, and from that I can estimate their weight.

Ever thought of working a carnival

You really can’t?

I cannot

Hmm.
        I wonder what that is?

Wonder  Really

You have an idea?

I do


And?
Occur to you your propensity to size up other guys
                                                            he didnt see them  they hadnt wha he wanted

How do you mean?

punchline sailed
                 Nothing  As I said Rianna was seated but she was nicely round where a woman ought to be round
How tall?

Go to the library Shes a librarian Ive not seen her before she has a name badge just above her right breast
                                                                                                                 It kinda stares at the ceiling

Knock yourself out

late afternoon,  Thursday – D-Day,  6  6. 24
1333,  Reggaefriday,  7  6. 24

Does it occur to you how readily you are to impart genius

they were discussing physicist Laura Mersini-Houghton he was reading her book Before the Big Bang about the Multiverse
            when taking her physics final she determined there was a shortcut to what her professor had taught he thought audacious Professor Bardulla after synthesising her solution warned her “Never, ever do this again. Never try a new method or a new solution in an exam. . . . If you get it wrong, you fail. . . . At least with known solutions, you can get partial credit.”
                     she was correct
That’s genius!

Its not She broke with orthodoxy  She recognised there was another way to the same solution  A shortcut
                                                                                                                 Jaywalking
A shortcut rather than walking to the end of a block an crossing at the corner
Not genius

But she taught her professor a new way.

A novel way
             Who knows how long hed been circulatingutilising tha problem  Novel is not genius

   I disagree.

Which youre welcome to
That’s it?

Wha

You’re not going to argue your point, provide a defense?

Defence
          Are you defending rote  Learning by repetitionreflex rather than really understanding the subject matter
When you understandwhen you have turned the problemthe question round an round over an over truly examined it
Sometimes cracks appear in the logic
 
Unquestioned
               Cracks unseen
Novel

When you read the book make your own assessment

late afternoon,  Thursday – D-Day,  6  6. 24
1247,  Reggaefriday,  7  6. 24