Wednesday, April 22, 2009
eddie had good taste for an american, and he smoked gauloises instead of old golds, and he was impressed by the fantastic richness and expensiveness of the club room. the fireplace was ablaze, and it felt good after the chill night air of paris.
suddenly out of the fire appeared - a woman in a white evening gown. eddie nodded politely to her.
president wilson was sitting in an armchair beside the fire. he was wearing his top hat, but was otherwise dressed in perfect taste.
"i am sorry eddie," said wilson, "but the others could not be here tonight."
the woman from the fire had left the room and closed the door behind her.
"please don't tell the ladies on the trilateral commission," wilson continued, "but lloyd george, president clemenceau, mr lenin and the emperors are still working out the details."
"i begin to understand the words, " eddie replied, "but i don't understand the concept."
"ah, concept. where would we be without concept?"
eddie didn't answer. he walked over to the window and looked down at the street. a lone gendarme, the largest eddie had ever seen, was standing in the rain.
he came back to the spot where he could watch both wilson and the door.
"why didn't you go with them?" he asked.
"why eddie, someone had to stay to meet you. so i took refuge in the cutting room .
"i'm flattered. but they are the ones who are going to get the best of it by giving serious study to petty details . what about the good old u s of a? the old red white and blue? are we going to be left out of the loop again?"
wilson sighed. "eddie, eddie, calm yourself. this was truth to be sure, what you said. but there is more to it. "
"what is more to it is that lloyd george and lenin and the rest of those rascals are giving their input and we are not. lenin - i had a few words i wanted to say to that rascal."
"what can you say about imperialism that hasn't already been said," wilson answered. lenin can't give lessons on imperialism to - "
suddenly the door burst open. the woman in white reappeared, along with the fat gendarme from the street below. as eddie had expected, the gendarme was william jennings bryan. the woman's face was familiar -
"eddie here is getting a little excited," wilson said to bryan, who was slapping his nightstick in his palm. "he is going back into the jungle, and my knuckles are hairy enough already."
bryan looked at eddie. a little flicker of feeling showed briefly on his face.
"we don't have time to grow a lot of hair , eddie. is this the way you felt at san juan hill, or the marne, or belleau wood?"
"no," eddie answered, "but it's the way i felt riding with jesse james and pancho villa and al capone."
bryan reached into the folds of his cape with his big fist . he took it out and put something into eddie's hand. it was a pink feather - it could have been from a flamingo - sardinian or maybe albanian - it could have been a woman - eddie's head began to spin -
he was in a diner on route 66 just outside gallup new mexico. a big rig hooted in the night. a coffee cup rattled in a saucer. the woman from the fire was behind the counter in a pink and blue uniform.
"the universe is my canoe" said the customer three stools down from eddie. it was richard nixon. the only other customer was henry kissinger, on the other side of the l-shaped counter, facing the front door.
the waitress put a cup of coffee in front of eddie. he recognized her now - she had been mata hari before, now she was dolly parton.
"i remember you like it black, dear.' she said. "my flesh crawled as i watched you come through the third portal -"
"that is enough of that," kissinger interjected. "love and war are revenue , but time is small change."
dolly dropped a golden earring on to eddie's saucer.
"that's enough of that," nixon growled. then he laughed. "i was only kidding."
dolly turned and looked at nixon. "don't you ever get tired of compelling adherence to the cause."
eddie picked up the golden earring. his admirable incapacity overwhelmed him again. when he looked up the waitress and the two customers were gone. a very thin black-bearded man was standing beside him. eddie didn't recognize him. trotsky maybe? or sulieman the magnificent or osama bin laden?
"let's go." they went outside. the bearded man got behind the wheel of a blue ford f-250. eddie got in beside him. a sudden thought struck him.
"you're not st james, are you?"
"st james had a brown beard, or maybe it was golden."
right, thought eddie, like the earring.
"can we stop for some cigarettes? i want a pack of gauloises."
"you can't get gauloises in new mexico in 2003. what you got you got sodden marlboros."
they drove through the night in silence. eddie knew that one of the most important methods of silence was silence.
after a while they turned off on to a dirt road and drove about a mile to a cabin. a light burned in a single window.
the bearded man stopped the truck and eddie got out. the bearded man drove away and eddie walked up to the cabin door.
dick cheney and donald rumsfield were sitting inside in easy chairs beside a cold fireplace. they wee wearing hunting clothes. cheney had the biggest shotgun eddie had ever seen in his lap.
"that makes me get cold feet," said eddie, nodding at the shotgun.
they ignored him. condoleeza rice, wearing a white evening dress, was pouring coffee from a thermos for cheney, rumsfield and herself.
"miss wilson has folks in texas," she said.
"that's nice," rumsfeld aka moloch said carelessly. "but this guy doesn't look like miss wilson."
"oh it's just eddie," rice answered. "we won't have any trouble getting him past the old woman in the tree.
"where's bush?" eddie asked.
rain began to drum on the cabin roof. hiss of big rig tires under a jackrabbit moon. "sandy, let's have another fried egg sandwich."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
fantastic richness and expensiveness
out of the fire appeared - a woman
sorry eddie, said wilson
please don't tell the ladies
to understand the words
came back to the spot where he could watch
took refuge in the cutting room
by giving serious study to petty details
this was truth
what can you say about imperialism
and my knuckles are hairy enough
little flicker of feeling showed briefly on his face
to grow a lot of hair
it could have been a woman
the universe is my canoe
my flesh crawled as i watched
love and war are revenue
dropped a golden earring
i was only kidding
of compelling adherence to the cause
his admirable incapacity
a very thin black bearded man
what you got you got sodden
one of the most important methods
that makes me get cold feet
miss wilson has folks in texas
moloch said carelessly
the old woman in the tree
- apollinaire, arnold bennett, raymond chandler, lenin, henry kuttner
Sunday, April 12, 2009
little vic whispered in turk's ear
his hand with its little ring
you scattered the ashes of tariq shah
evoking in his prayers a distant smile
the primacy of spirit to nature
smilingly upon the happy pair
never he answered
smaller than in russia in 1917
why why i thought
when they were children
and sweeps away by force the old conditions
splendid mr tucker
to young men in particular
incivility to her guests
makes itself the ruling class
the good companions he had finally found
dr morris laughed
the main feature of the capitalist system
coal burns and water drips
at the back of his house
- verlaine, virginia woolf, stalin, the swordsman of mars by otis adelbert kline
Friday, April 10, 2009
take marcus crassus for example
attacks were continuing
they listen, sadly, like a murmuring stream
they are there now
from the arctic circle to the equator
enlisted without waiting to be called up
regular pay and the age old pension
the future could not take priority
not before i've done my military service
a group of workmen is coming
the earliest impulses of my heart inclined
here we have the classic calculation
and the enemy was making progress
i used to wear a sailor suit
his eye turned to his ardent toadies
hurrying under your spectacles
- rimbaud, gide, eisenhower, the gladiators by arthur koestler
Saturday, April 4, 2009
in the garden of the forum
listen to my feet
it is important to keep the sea lanes open
within arms length of his obese ungraceful form
a capability to rapidly improve our ability
but not the little ignorant girl
capable on the second day of the war
beyond the borders of the starry spheres
almost eliminated in the last few years
the artist achieves on his forgotten canvas
the frantic crew wound one arm around the girls waist
interested in spite of himself at the enthusiasm
my calm feet the mingled streams
beyond the sky where this eye sees a splendid throne
picking pears in a thermonuclear war
if deterrence should fail
- baudelaire, herman kahn, the gladiators by g j whyte-melville
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
i don't know and he's there he's no different and he's here oh bob and he's there
those army bases are awash in sin that kid but i'm here you make me feel but trudy never shuts up
"i have to go to work in the morning"
are crawling with loose women drives me crazy he's no different but trudy but trudy
you make me feel never shuts up are awash in sin that kid about vic are crawling with jezebels but i'm here he's no different never shuts up i don't know about vic
inside information oh bob but trudy oh bob i don't know but i'm here drives me crazy
i don't know never shuts up about vic you make me feel about vic oh bob but i'm here "no, this guy is legit"
that kid drives me crazy he's no different those army bases that kid drives me crazy
and he's there those army bases you make feel those army bases these numbers i'm sorry vic "i realize you're upset "
are not good will be glad i'm sorry vic to help you out may be best for you too you know this to help you out but bob you're just not i'm sorry vic human resources human resources getting it done may be best for you too are not good but bob
human resources will be glad will be glad to help you out
black with two sugars
is a money-making operation are not good is a money-making operation but bob but bob you're just not is painful to me these numbers is painful to me these numbers is painful to me is a money-making operation you're just not may be best for you too getting it done getting it done you're just not these numbers is a money-making operation "i guess i spoke too soon"
i'm sorry vic will be glad getting it done you know this to help you out may be best for you too are not good is painful to me you know this you know this human resources that's right i'm your mother
up to your room
true love just don't expect that's right ha ha some sense in you understand he's different he's different but mom unerstand sense in you ha ha sense in you
bobby me about it i'm your mother sit down you just don't bobby understand
"like eddie fisher and elizabeth taylor"
i'm your mother i'm your mother ha ha but mom sense in you bobby but mom but mom bobby you just don't sit down don't tell me about it true love sit down don't tell
me about it don't tell me about it ha ha don't tell he's different sweet little me about it
"that's not exactly what i had in mind"
he's different sit down understand that's right true love you just don't don't tell true love answer me that you bunch of losers don't know nothing
"i can see it in your faces"
at least he's mine thinks he's fidel castro longhaired punk another one vic another one vic what for answer me that his own country at least he's mine at anzio tell us all you bunch of losers his own country another one vic his own country kids these days down at charlie o'briens
i think so tell us all kids these days what for at anzio what for thinks he's fidel castro
kids these days answer me that longhaired punk tell us all at anzio i think so don't know nothing don't know nothing at least he's mine what for his own country tell us all you bunch of losers kids these days answer me that you bunch of losers don't know nothing at anzio i think so longhaired punk thinks he's fidel castro i think so another one vic at least he's mine
"you should have seen him when i told him - "
what a man's please sheriff i'm sorry judge out of my own town the slade brothers gunning for you please sheriff nobody runs me duval's in town gunning for you
"how can you watch this stuff?"
nobody runs me out of my own town i'm sorry judge rode in last night the slade brothers listen to me got to do nobody runs me duval's in town rode in last night
got to do rode in last night lucy please sheriff the slade brothers gunning for you
a finger through the dust on the tv screen
lucy what a man's please sheriff got to do lucy out of my own town what a man's got i'm sorry judge listen to me get one thing straight get one thing straight
listen to me what a man's i'm sorry judge gunning for you nobody runs me
"think the good guys will win?"
lucy rode in last night duval's in town get one thing straight i was on reds sometimes i felt for mrs martinelli for mrs martinelli services will be held
a beautiful sunny day
listen to her anymore lying on the kitchen floor services will be held at 10 am monday kind of sorry for her kind of sorry for her kind of sorry for her at 10 am monday freaked me out freaked me out mother of three from the dead concert
"she especially liked big valley and bonanza"
sometimes i felt i was on reds came home sometimes i felt mother of three listen to her anymore mother of three services will be held lying on the kitchen floor lying on the kitchen floor from the dead concert came home mother of three lying on the kitchen floor came home you know you know kind of sorry for her at 10 am monday you know you know sometimes i felt i was on reds for mrs martinelli
"look in the refrigerator"
from the dead concert listen to her any more i was on reds at 10 am monday listen to her any more freaked me out for mrs martinelli services will be held from the dead concert freaked me out distant galaxies expanding dust galaxies infinite
"how can you tell a - "
distant forever infinite away infinite venus galaxies space far the stars venus space
forever space distant venus dust why the stars away why jupiter and mars jupiter and mars the stars dust away forever away expanding infinite the stars far why why jupiter and mars far forever jupiter and mars galaxies distant far venus expanding space
"i never did like her much"