Paternal honesty

(From Six Days of Dying. Mary Catherine Bateson. essay describing Gregory Bateson’s death) read entire essay here

One of the ups of the downs of this week. Satire! The Nobs are on it.

Here’s an old Apres Match. (1.59 almost burst an organ here laughing)

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I have been too generous.

The world is too loud inside a silent apartment.

Can Eileen Myles novel numb an earache?

On va voir.

Earache. Hello eardrops do your thing please?

My mother once described a particular ear ache she had that was so tremendously painful that the memory of her description and her language makes me celebrate that this one is just a grumble in comparison.

A pop song of an earache.

But be off none the less.

Last night I read Eileen Myles novel Inferno aloud to another set of ears.

I can’t recall reading, for a while, a book that read aloud with such ease.

It came off the page the way tea comes out of the pot.

***

The swimming is not going at all well.

My ear protests it.

The ear keeps me awake at night reminding me it doesn’t approve of the dips.

Thank Christ I am friends with a wonderful audiologist who has warned me on the likes and dislikes of the ear.

I think there might be more hope for learning the trapeze.

But

We’ve been in this territory before with arugula and that arugula stands tall in the bent over way arugula stands.

I have looked out. It is dark. I see no sign of fog. However my view is somewhat obliterated by a large burdened tree.

My compatriot on the couch did not see fog on his drive here.

I did spot another fine green bean in my greenhouse contraption.

Mighty!

I quickly note there is fog in the forecast tonight.

That is by my counting the first fog of the season.

Jayzeus.

In bingo terms. 3&4 =34. Yup 34 billion. The new estimate on the cost of the Anglo Irish bank bailout.

Sweet mother of jay-zeus.

Inhale the details here

I am off to Prime Time.

On this day in the mail box lay:

– a strange news broadcast sheet from a realtor (estate agent) advising us on property sales dips in the area, in hushed tones like it was the food supply.  I quote

“While we experience moments of concern whenever the market records significant drop in activity, there is comfort in predictability…”

Come again, what have we done to invite such broadcasts? I expect such ruminating on the levels of blood at the blood bank. Not Condo sales.

And

– A flyer for Mark’s Works World (and I hasten to add favoured reading material at the blue kitchen table — I have been known to slink about at the back of Marks in an illicit manner picking up steel toed boots…)

On the flyer nude except knicker wearing Calvin Klein male and frolicking female — the slogan “Comfort is the new sexy”. Yes indeed v Mark’s Work World. Hang hammer on six pack. Hitch road signage to delicate vest.

Hello Plant Mark’s have you lost the complete run of yourself?

We visit you to salivate over fluorescent jackets and tire gauges and woollen socks!

Inside said leaflet only practical clothing boasting insulation to -15. Nude and knickerly indeed.