I think I’ve seen you twice, really,
on the bow of a boat, in an MRI
I think I’ve seen you twice, really,
Lost on the River
Hudson, Han, Seine, Mississippi—
river, where are you taking me?
For example; on this side of the daytime, the fictional example-subject written ‘bout in the book by the most holy Simply Duane, notices all is essentially empty. This, then, he also sprach, but this time doctor, a little bit differently; then the panicked mind will, 1. Assume that the real and fictional example-subject is dead, and, 2. Because the mind has been wired by the creator to be in Garden of Eden mode, it must do what is right, which, 3. Is to catch up with itself, and be dead and, 4. Take the fictional example-subject down dead, top to toes, and, that. That does explain. Does sure, and sure explain, many mysterious historical cases of sudden death. The sins of Adam and Eve—who were sure and sure wired to behave in the blissed-out perfected faux-environment of their Garden of Eden—threw them sure, and sure sure and sure out of the garden, into an imperfect world, for which they were sure, and sure ‘nuff, non-wired. And that. Dear Grandson. Is sure, and sure sure and sure the cause of. Spontaneous death. Also, put differently. All incurable illnesses. Mental illness of every kind. And the need for—and this deserves to be put even more differently—trucking companies sure and sure. Truck drivers. The clothing industry sure, sure, and sure—the entire transportation industry. The need to char food to make it edible, for sure. Piano moving free-lancers. The need to work at any job at all, for pay. The notion of pay. Of war. Coffee. Hashish. Sure, and sure. Sure and sure, and—as she and the trillion but probably far less yes people setting down faces set into wide open fat studybooks, the generation of which is likewise, yah, yah, necessitated by the sin-n-n-n of the first couple in that Garden they’d been handed, but the why is itself—buried deep in the pages of—yet more fat studybooks, offering explanations of why. Why, oh, why? When they had been handed everything? The first couple had screwed up and got fired from the ultimate do-nothing high-pay set-for-life jobs, eckeckduhduh-h-h-h-h-h—b-b-b-b-ut had they only stayed in the Garden, wring your hands for them class, wring, wring, your hands for them—these and those and all the other heavy fat studybooks would never have been written—as a matter of fact, the book itself would never have been invented because why have books in the Garden of Eden, and—yes tear your hair, beat your breasts, bite your lips bloody, for them and for them and for—so—the screaming priest—part time theology teacher—that day got dragged off the podium, tightly straightjacketed by two bearded big burlies, and whisked away for re-education, and possibly something better which the proper medication, salved over him the proper number of years, would bring him fat-back out ‘o his world of delusion, and. There he’d be picking up in his Garden of Eden again—his very own personal one. To boot.Continue reading “Theology Lesson Five Hundred”
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George Salis: You have a wonderful book vlogging channel on YouTube called Leaf by Leaf. How did it come about? I was there pretty much at the beginning. The first video of yours I watched was about Jim Gauer’s Novel Explosives and in that one you’re not in front of the camera. Did the notion of putting yourself out there prove to be a bit of a hurdle?Continue reading “Intelligent Seasoning: An Interview with Chris Via of Leaf by Leaf”
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Welcome to our museum! Please seat yourself there and let me connect you to this thing. We call it mind-expanding machine. Visually, it resembles an ancient phonograph, doesn’t it? Assuming you know what a phonograph is. Assuming such things still exist in your constellation. If not, there is one example in the next room within the same dimension. You may check it out later. Not the real one, of course, just a reflection in a controlled time curve.
The One Arrested and Later Left at Our Doorstep
The missing one is restored to her apparition,
smelling like a marsh; two days’ve passed
since the protest fired up from the gully to the alcázar.
Editor’s note: In September of this year, Steven Moore’s new book, Alexander Theroux: A Fan’s Notes, will be released by Zerogram Press. Among other things, I hope this interview whets your appetite for Theroux’s books and that you spend a healthy part of the year reading or rereading him in preparation for Moore’s book. Here is a description of Alexander Theroux: A Fan’s Notes: “Since the publication of his first novel in 1972, Alexander Theroux has won great acclaim for his dazzling style and forceful intellect. That first novel, Three Wogs, was named Book of the Year by Encyclopedia Britannica, and his second, Darconville’s Cat, was nominated for the National Book Award. Since then he has gone on to publish 20 more books and has been the subject of several interviews and academic studies. This is the first book-length study of Theroux’s complete body of work-novels, fables and short stories, nonfiction books, poetry, journalism-concluding with a chapter on his contentious relationship with his best-selling brother Paul Theroux. Critic Steven Moore, who has known Theroux for nearly forty years and helped with the publication of some of his books, illuminates Theroux work in a scholarly yet accessible style. While appreciative of most of what Theroux has written, Moore doesn’t shirk from what he regards as some of his weaker efforts in order to provide a balanced evaluation of this unique writer. Moore’s book will appeal to Theroux’s fan base as well as to students of modern American literature”Continue reading “Giants in the Earth: An Interview with Steven Moore”