Bow Tie Whales
...that my Uncle M*** and P** (both estranged) are in a white room, working on little dioramas, "Bow Tie Whales" they explain to me, and I can't understand, looking at what they've done, "Bow Whales? about 100 feet long" I ask, and they agree...
Now, in a submarine, following, harvesting, a diminishing school of fish, herded for us by the bow whales, time to surface, turn back, I suggest, there's an Asian woman, older, working the periscope, and she tells me that we are short our quota of 5 Bow Tie whales by - exactly - 5 Bow Tie whales, but I'm the captain and we can turn back if I insist...
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Conspirators of Pleasure
By Jan Švankmajer, director of "Faust" and "Alice", a surrealist film dealing with the internal suppression of furtive, guilty and indecent pleasures. Suggestive, symbolic, finger condoms, the gooey flour paste lathered over pornographic magazines to make papier mache masks, glue squeezed out of a tube, tightly clutched joysticks, the absence of real and meaningful connection, filled with surreptitious and knowing glances, tactile sensory imagery, the characters discover that their elaborate fantasies have real world repercussions, and they are as much the victims of the fantasies as they are their authors...
Finally something that doesn't adhere to the American cultural narrative, worthwhile...
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The son's older brother...
In a Stadium, or perhaps on the edges of a walled city, there's an older guy, late 20's, maybe early thirties, a skateboarder and magician, he's running around all charming, we're in a stairwell, it turn's out he's the boys brother...
...I look at K****, the boy's mother, she doesn't want to discuss it, then relents and explains to me that a few years before we met, in Montreal,...anyways, she doesn't like this child, though he seems well adjusted enough...
We're in the wall, around the city or the stadium, and the newfound brother takes off, he's got to do a show or something, and the boy and I are both perplexed, there are a lot of questions to be sure...
(remembered this a few hours after I woke, details are missing, peculiar dream...)
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Rilke
Finished, an easy read, poetry after all, it takes time only in finding the right mood to appreciate it. I shall have to pick it up again, in the meantime...
Could it be that Fate measures us in spans of being,
And hence seems to us so alien?
Think how many such spans stretch from a woman
To the man she longs for and avoids.
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