26-III

Girando alrededor del abismo..

politics are futile. If you have had any experience working for a newspaper, you'd understand that justification of the text is every bit as important as the textual content. HOW MUCH SPACE ARE YOU PUTTING IN BETWEEN YOUR PARTICIPLES ! The same participles apply to the musics. Yes, musics is the collective body of sound compositions we subject ourselves to at every given moment of our living consciousness. It could be a guide to understanding existence. Examining the spaces between the participles.

I spent hours looking at it. One eye, two eyes, no eyes, third eye. One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. 𒄩𒄠𒈬𒊏𒁉 said it best, " If a man owe a debt and Adad inundate his field and carry away the produce, or, though lack of water, grain have not grown in the field, in that year he shall not make any return of grain to the creditor, he shall alter his contract-tablet and he shall not pay the interest for that year," and then something about "an eye for and eye." I got an eye on it.

Snow, endless snow. The wife and I, in our bearskins, shoveled and beat the snow furiously until it went away. It took days to clean a path out of our hovel. Everything was closed. Government issued State of Emergency. Humanity was hammered into a white frozen cubicle. We put some wilbologs in the fireplace and saved our lives. I had a shot of rum. It was peaceful.

Barbecued Meat on a Stick ..

Friday, May 29, 1964, Johnny Cash came to town. Willard and I hopped in the pickup and headed on downtown. The venue had a facade that was shaped like a horseshoe. When we arrived there was already a sizable crowd building up. We quickly parked the pickup and dashed up to the ticket window. I was carrying a vintage Rolleiflex camera loaded with a fresh 120 roll of Kodacolor from Moyer's and told the ticket master we were from The Times and were invited to interview and shoot Johnny Cash after the show. I told her I'd get her an autographed photo if she could get us two tickets as close to the stage as possible. We went in and the usher sat us at a front table right smack dab in the middle of the performance space. We walked in on the opening act. A waitress brought a menu. I said I'd have a Grand Dad on the rocks and the burger special (special meant it came with french fries and a little crinkled paper tub of cole-slaw, maybe a pickle), no cheese. Willard goes, "I want a cold Schlitz with a lime twist in a glass and the house specialty of the day, The 5-Meats-on-a-Stik Jamboree." The waitress didn't flinch, scratched the order on her pad, and rolled away. We listened to the rest of the opening act's set and I commented, "I really like the bass player's tone .. I think it's the amp." Willard replied, "yupper."

It's steamy, hot, humid, I saw a flash of brilliant light.. then I heard voices.

"Soy Cuba"

There are moments where it makes complete sense. If the virtualscope is connected to the answerscope by divine connector filaments, voices will be clear, perceptible, in spite of the storm from humanity's raging wars. From the outside looking in, you can see though to the other side as if being on the inside and then looking out. It's all based on mathematical principles. In order to accelerate this perception one may be required to come outside into the freezing blast of universal thinking. Pretend you're on a ships prow screaming, "AHOY!" and then quickly whispering, "anybody there?" .. and taking pleasure in the silent response. Chapter 3

Countess Emilia Broel-Plater, driven horizontally by unknown forces, invited me into her dormitory room. A cavern lit by the oscillations of a lava lamp. We were studying FCS 3560 - German Literature in Translation with Professor Gustav Schnieder. An exam was on the horizon. Sturm und Drang, Friedrich Maximilian Klinger’s 1776 play set during the American Revolution was surely going to be on the test. We were guessing we would have to write a small essay on "how the play dramatized violent emotional responses and celebrated individuality over rigid order" blah blah blah and how it related to today's toady political blah blah. We had a small glass of wine. There was exhilarating maneuvering around a marijuana stick. The room shuttered, resonated, morph melded into a Joni-Mitchell-Judy Collins fluffiness. The Countess proceeded to subdue and bind me in straps of aromatic brown Spanish leather to the four posts of her mahogany bed frame. Like a Greenwich Village folk song she ripped and shredded off all of my clothing. She then ravaged my body, with precise and passionate precision (the 3p's) with her mighty sword. I woke up days later, checked the test scores on the bulletin board, and saw that I had passed the test.

.. now it is midnight, freezing cold, and I hear voices again ..

At first, we knew what it was:
"War flames in the north‒when will it all end?
I hear the fighting at sea continues unabated.
Like the women of Qishi, I worry about my country in vain;
It's hard to trade kerchief and dress for a helmet the wind" —
.. a storm was finding its way through cracks and crevices,
日月無光天地昏，
沉沉女界有誰援。
釵環典質浮滄海，
骨肉分離出玉門。
放足湔除千載毒，
熱心喚起百花魂。
可憐一幅鮫綃帕，
半是血痕半淚痕。
.. we were creating sounds that mimicked human speech and animal voices. We did it for a living. It cost us our lives. But we listened and realized there really was no structure to the sounds we entertained. There was another language lingering in the spaces in between all those aural pulses.

We are not alone.

Cacique #26

Cacique #26 finally landed in San Juan. A rendezvous and debriefing was planned at Cocina Piñones on ruta 187 outside of Loíza. Cacique #26 and Agent #26 met in the bar over alcapurrias, pinchos de pollo and chilled bottles of Medalla. They discussed the impending invasion by the foreign Invasion Forces. Same old shit again: the continentals invade, conquer, rape and pillage and then the air-conditioning goes out and they can't handle it. The inconvenience is unbearable. Sunlight was beaming scorching heat on to their thatched work space. With careful deliberations and expectations they detailed what they were going to do for the duration of Agente #26's visit. Extreme care was required. There was discrete whispering, "Move slowly and deliberately." "Think before you step," the other said. Remember that too much information (TMI) is dangerous. The enemy resides everywhere. It's life during wartime and not a song. Ignore them if they say, "the music must be danceable."

.. agente #26 had roasted iguana on a stick barbecued with the especialmente "Antifa Salsa Provençale Chaude", and a piece of garlic bread, a discrete house specialty.