Current 49

[Glenn Scheper]

> ..
> At some indefinite passage in night's sonorous score,
> it also came to her that she would be safe,
> that something,
> perhaps only her radiating hyperstonedness,
> would protect her.
> The City was hers,
> as made up and sleeked so with the customary words and
> images (cosmopolitan,
> culture,
> cable cars)
> it had not been before:
> she had safe passage tonight to its far blood's branching,
> be they capillaries too small for more than peering into,
> or vessels mashed together in shameless municipal hickeys,
> out on the skin for all but tourists to see.
> Nothing of the night's could touch her;
> nothing did.
> The repetition of symbols was to be enough,
> without trauma as well perhaps to attenuate it or even jar
> it altogether loose from her memory.
> SHE WAS MEANT TO REMEMBER.
> She faced that possibility as she might the toy street from
> a high balcony,
> rollercoaster ride,
> feeding-time among the beasts in the zoo ---
> any death-wish that can be consummated by some mini!
> mum gesture.
> She touched the edge of its voluptuous field,
> knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit
> to it;
> that not gravity's pull,
> laws of ballistics,
> feral ravening,
> promised more delight.
> She tested it,
> shivering:
> I am meant to remember.
> Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity,
> its fine chances for permanence.
> But then she wondered if the gemlike 'clues'
> were only some kind of compensation.
> To make up for her having lost das direkte epileptische
> Wort,
> the cry that might abolish the night....

> (The Skrying of Lot 49)

> Fanny


... Ah, So you're from 'Frisco?

... Sorry, just looking for the concrete.


More seriously, my presidential lombast post seems to have
been eaten by the possibility of having unlawful thoughts.

Either that, or, when I go home, I'll find I didn't push
the send button. Despite much holiday visiting-dog poop,
it doesn't seem worth two 150 mile round trips just to put
the barrels out, take them in again, and check my outbox.
So hold that Paul Harvey thought a while...

Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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