Scrying the room

[robinlandseadel at comcast.net]

I'm reading my room.

I read from left to right, in a mandala pattern.

"Highway 61 Revisited" covers "Louis Prima Collectors Series" 
[cds on the unfolded futon]. [Desolation Row/Old Black Magic].

"The Spiral Dance" [Starhawk] on corner of "Legacy of the Cat" 
a fully illustrated book on cats. The cat on the cover is a 
Black Bombay. CD: Under the Bodhi Tree 
[promo, Performer Jonathan Still].

On the floor. to my left, the usual clothing detritus [I'll move 
it out of consideration of our on-line guests], "Vineland", 
Arrabal's [Note that the first name---Fernando---is not on 
the cover of the book] the "Automobile Graveyard". It's the
1960 issue and the probable source/influence for CoL49.

On the desk, "the Oracle" [software on a CD-Rom], a burnt
CD in MP3 form of an interview with Terrance McKenna's 
brother, a copy of "Candide" on a pair of pliers, an open copy 
of "Finnagans Wake" . . .

. . ..of another time, a white horsday where the midril met the bulg,	
sbogom, roughnow along about the first equinarx in the cholon-	
der, on the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of	
Bekel, Steep Nemorn, elve hundred and therety and to years	
how the krow flees end in deed, after a power of skimiskes,	
blodidens and godinats of them, when we sight the beasts, (heg-	
heg whatlk of wraimy wetter!), moist moonful date man aver	
held dimsdzey death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish
Krzerszonese Milesia asundurst Sirdarthar Woolwichleagues,
good tomkeys years somewhile in Crimealian wall samewhere	
in Ayerland, during me weeping stillstumms over the freshprosts	
of Eastchept and the dangling garters of Marrowbone and daring	
my wapping stiltstunts on Bostion Moss, old stile and new style	
and heave a lep onwards. And winn again, blaguadargoos, or	
lues the day, plays goat, the banshee pealer, if moskats knows	
whoss whizz, the great day and the druidful day come San	
Patrisky and the grand day, the excellent fine splendorous long	
agreeable toastworthy cylindrical day, go Sixt of the Ninth, the	
heptahundread annam dammias that Hajizfijjiz ells me is and	
will and was be till the timelag is in it that's told in the Bok of	
Alam to columnkill all the prefacies of Erin gone brugk. But	
Icantenue. And incommixtion. We was lowsome like till we'd	
took out after the dead beats. So I begin to study and I soon	
show them day's reasons how to give the cold shake to they	
blighty perishers and lay one over the beats. All feller he look	
he call all feller come longa villa finish. Toumbalo, how was	
I acclapadad! From them banjopeddlars on the raid. Gidding	
up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties.	
Boxerising and coxerusing. And swiping a johnny dann	
sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding the topkats	
and his roaming cartridges, orussheying and patronning, out	
all over Crummwiliam wall. Be the why it was me who haw	
haw.	
    TAFF (all for letting his tinder and lighting be put to beheiss in	
the feuer and, while durblinly obasiant to the felicias of the skivis,	
Still smolking his fulvurite turfkish in the rooking pressance of. . .

held open by a "burnt" copy of "Prospero's 
Books," a scrying ball of quartz backed by a ball of jet, cds of 
Hopkinson Smith and Nick Drake, the computer is also 
loading up a copy of "Prospero's Books."

To my right, a guitar, headphones, a CD of Bruno Walter's 
Schubert's Ninth on top of an American Heritage dictionary. 
Another collection of plays by "Arrabal". Further right, Beach 
Boys "Sunflower"---the Cosmic Hit is Brian Wilson's continuously 
modulating "This Whole World."

This is this top LP in a stack of Beach Boys LPs---"Smile", a 
bootleg mock-up derived from studio sources, two copies of 
"All Summer Long", "Carl & The Passions---So Tough/Pet Sounds", 
"Beach Boys Rarities", "Friends/Smiley Smile", "Beach Boys 20/20", 
all leaning up against the rolling rack of stereo gear.

Behind that, a book sandwich of Nick Tosches' "Dino", "The Selected
Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke" as translated by Stephen Mitchell and 
then "The Nick Tosches Reader".

There was an occulted Yo-Yo, hidden by the stereo, with the string 
partialy cut off.

Behind me, on the floor behing the chair, "Mason & Dixon", and a 
phone on top of a telephone directory.