Three attempts to describe my
Dec 08 2001
Three attempts to describe my week:
nope, that cannot be right. It was more like
no, more generally
There are few funks so bad as unmotivated idleness. Days just seem to flicker
on and off; I completely missed Tuesday this week. I cannot say with certainly
that I didn't sleep through until Wednesday. I sit down to write at night and
feel as if I'm trying to write for the first time in my life. Nothing is distinguishable;
it's all perpetual state vacillation.
nope, that cannot be right. It was more like
perpetual string of 4'o clock devaluations, which began when I unintentionally
let a day slip by unnoticed. I suspect it was Tuesday got away, but the labels
may have been switched. It was Thorsday when I noticed the discrepancy, but
by this time, there was a throng of interrogators demanding an account of that
lost time. I plead no contest, and took a sentence of labor; they were dubious.
no, more generally
I once lost two pages from a book
while trying to free it from its ignoble job as a door stop. As soon as I was
able to wrest the book from where it was bound, the papers had found flight
on a sudden breeze brought in by the Gulf Stream, as part of an unlikely state
referred to lovingly as a "dip" by meteorologist P. Boyle. The pages
of the book numbering over a thousand were reduced only slightly, but had been
so efficiently plucked by chance that the book as a while lost all readability.
The character introduction of Rodey Kickham, and the moment when the hero is
killed before his mighty friend were both gone. In this new book, for it was
so irreparably harmed that it could not be referred to by its original title,
a mysterious Rodey Kickham walks the length of the book with an unexplained
limp, and the hero goes missing having received not so much as a scratch while
fighting before a bank in Troy, Alabama. I have, from that moment, felt compelled
to bring dignity back to that deficient book and substitute two pages of my
own wording. I have appealed to the courts and I have petitioned a man named
Bygmester, but I am still unsure if I am qualified for book repair.