V.V. 3 wrap and Rachel's blues

[Mustadid Sumbody Rong]

> Don Corathers wrote:
> 
> Any final thoughts or ruminations as we wind up V.V. 3?
> 
> No takers on the Rachel Owlglass Finish the Blues Contest?
> It's a little tune that goes something like this:
> 
> You going to have a hard time
> Finding you a kind hearted man.
> Because a kind hearted man
> Is the kind who will...
> 
> 
> Don

Listen to Robert Johnson's blues
and bring you daisy chains
and take away your screws. 


So Rachel is singing the blues and the light, why it's the
light in  Paola's room, the girl that lives proper nouns, no
things, she never had that Long Island five towns suburban
Daddy's MG world, that Paola light and nothing--no
things--cause where she's coming from, interests that
Stencil, that angel flapping his wings, that light it leaks
like water right out the window and up, not down, up the air
shaft the light accompanied by the sounds, the toiletries,
the things of Rachel, even the nearly imperceptible sounds
of Rachel fixing her hair accompanies the light up into the
sky. And Rachel turns off the all the light, but there, why
it's Paola's clock, an electric clock now,  no minute hand
visible, hands nearly dividing the clock's face
symmetrically, six o'clock, now the hand moves to and passed
twelve, the other side, now as if through the surface of a
mirror, here we go and it's as if it had to, it had now to
repeat in mirror-time what it had done on the other side of
real-time.

Kind hearts and  unkind hearts can break so take care of
yours. You are  never too young, too strong, too genetically
ill-disposed....

T.