During the Sixties I staved off starvation by chatting with birds as I walked. Early one morning I identified an obsolete characteristic in the world as I knew it. At any rate the amount of successful hubris echoed my idea of statues tumbling noiselessly in a vacuum.
I was beaten. But the beguiling point was found to be a false solution, and the daunting reality was that I was still too close to great abandon. When reaching the summit I wondered if the celebrations would move forward.
An hour ago, she almost smiled as the liquid covered her. But now, she pushed and the door opened easily without a sound, revealing a horrible secret. About twenty seated men were tied to a masked gorilla who stood on a small stage. As she walked into the room, she noticed that the gorilla’s skin was bright white, and translucent.
I was one of eleven children who didn’t care what doctors wanted us to eat. For the better part of the last five years, my intestinal area has been populated by small mice. They seem to be peace-loving, and arrived from Slovakia shortly after my 20th year.
On a recent road trip, I was talking to my dog about the different ways that we can view the world. Then I remembered that the last page has nothing written on it. Someone had erased himself and substituted me! The Gorse are exploding into bright yellow on the hillsides.
(I have never drooled profusely in public. It could demonstrate that one might be uncomprehending, or obscure. But is that a problem? It could also show one as uncanny, unimpeachable and someone who must be clinically examined. I have always thought that a proclivity to drool could easily switch into intellectual curiosity. Perhaps drooling people should be allowed to persist in their drooling, and wave their arms and fingers wildly any time they like.)
She could complain that raison d'etat was nothing less than the reflection of my collectivist ethics. But I think her reasoning was a symptom of the very monolithic catastrophe from which we had barely recovered. “There could be no limit to the broad current and pedigree of everyday life”, she cried, from her calm bed in the hotel. And a sharp poignant singing viciously continued.
I have been abroad several times. Other well-known people talk about taking a short nap. The letters I receive always bring a range of feelings. The comments on my life follow peculiar paths of predatory movements. Some people are thrilled, others become ill. But one interesting result is that I have met more than 60 camels.
I was always very aware. My awareness was systematically corrosive through the daily penitence of living in pain. But when this condition was made acutely imminent, I suddenly collided with her awareness, which was even more caustic than mine. It left us the advantage of a lull to dig in behind the fate of our marriage.
For a long time I thrived, slurping up smoothies mixed with insects and grass. Over the decades, my body became an elegant Mediterranean symbol. My emerald torso tapered into long rippling folds, and eventually, I turned up in a location I could not identify.
running the whole length of the horizon...