rourke #1

"I want you to cut down this tree."

Rourke blinked. The tree Mor wanted him to cut down looked to him about twenty feet high and around twice his own age. Underneath the bushy conifer, thick branches obscured the gray clouds above. "The whole thing?"

"All of it. And when you're done, cut up all the branches into smaller pieces. Otherwise they won't pick up the wooden corpse from the curb."

Rourke's eyes darted from the tree, to Mor, then back to the tree. He paused. "Don't you want to say bye?"

"What do you mean?"

"This tree has been here longer than you have," Rourke replied.

Mor considered what Rourke said. "Ok, ok. Bye."

"Just like that?"

"You've never cut a tree down before, have you?"

Mor was right. Rourke had not.

fourth of july in four images

proust, seven minutes before work.

After witnessing a slightly indelicate scene, Ercole is reluctant to describe it to Duchess Adelgise, but has no such qualms with Heldemone the courtesan.

"Ercole," Adelgise exclaims, "you don't think I can listen to that story? Ah, I'm quite sure you'd behave differently with the courtesan Heldemone. You respect me: you don't love me."

"Ercole," Heldemone exclaims, "you don't have the decency to conceal that story from me? You be the judge: would you act this way with Duchess Adelgise? You don't respect me: therefore you cannot love me."

alternative visions of the future

work in progress

august 2009

nostalgic tic II

haiku 2/3rds

wave to strange
rs, see what happens.

concatenation

You only have a few years to play this game
and you can't play it
if you're all tied up in knots.

Willie Stargell

Amsterdam 17th-23th

"If you are going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance."

Oh out near stonehenge, I lived alone

You got me back thinkin that you're the worst one
I must inquire, wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?