Swimming in hell

[Terrance]

Paul Mackin wrote:
> 
> I remember once you said you were a gipsy roofer.

Yes, a member of a nomadic people that arrived in Europe in migrations
from northern India around the 14th century, now also living in North
America and Australia. Many Gypsy groups have preserved elements of
their traditional culture, including an itinerant existence, tribal
organization, and the Romany language. 2. See Romany. 3. gypsy. One
inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. 4. A person who moves
from place to place as required for employment, especially: a. A
part-time or temporary member of a college faculty. 

You know, I can rip and hand nail 12 square in a day. But, after all the
chalk lines have been snapped, every shingle laid, every last scrap
picked, with all that squaring under the hot sun,  one needs---or it
could be that the heat has cooks the brain and made one dizzy (this is
most common when  laying white tiles)--- to move, to make, to act,  in
some unconventional way. Some wander from bar to bar moving less
conventional as they go--they will sweat out all they drink perfectly
square and plumb next day. Some move from NY to Texas to California to
Alaska, but few if any,  ever become Union men. 

It's odd, because as every gypsy roofer knows, a union man
wouldn't/couldn't hand nail 12 square in a week. 


> 
> >
> >
> > see Samuel Langhorne Clemens
> >
> > Always some fun to be had round the P-list.
> > That is unless you've lost your sense of the unsilly, humorless,
> > post/pre/ironic.
> >
> > Time to swim,
> >
> 
> Too hot even to swim.
> 
> P.

Actually, never got to swim. Did ride 62 miles, the last 6 weren't
planned. I got lost and ended up at the end of the road where the
Shelter Island ferry comes in around Sag Harbor. 

Got to thinking about what CK and others have written about this Ferry
trio in Chapter 68. Nice! That is, not the cock fighting and the boxing
and bloody flames, but the rest of it. 

I didn't find Frogs mentioned in the archives, but I don't see any
reason why P wouldn't include the great farce here. 

This chapter is loaded with allusions to the ferryman and folds back to
Dixon's 
trip with Mr. Snow. The master salve theme is of interest too. 
Anyway, Frogs is being read as Postmodern classic now. It was once
called a poorly constructed, disjointed, humorless, patriotic play that
A put together from two or three unfinished ones. 

Thank goodness for Ice and C13 H18 O2.