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June 17, 2002

THIS_WAY - bambi

Cometh when you pass through the waters with thee and through the river this:way walk ye in it when ye turn to the right hand and when ye turn to the left hand this:way and I bring these things in my hand thou hast seen the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops this:way when men are cast down in vexation and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands with joy unspeakable:skulls in the junction are sitting by the poolside a gathering of rotting bodies thee ping:test emphasizes the weakness finding acceptance for unarticulated or unexamined elements or maybe I should say it was a slow-moving and dull deliberate mistake for anything better of frustrating strictly business relations of improvised indictments against the delicate balance between control and surrender. But all part upon the present film on sexual assignment operation, perhaps in an attempt to sublimate his late spirit within and in a way tracing the romantic evolution of adrift souls. So each day, Jimmy the wordsmith walks the train station and attempts to stow away on a German-bound train to reunite with his unknown father who, the mother explains, lives in Germany. Composes letters to the absent and awaits response. Believes the long-awaited reunion is near, and one day succeeds in boarding the train. However is soon discovered by the train conductor and turned over to the police. Fearing premature return explains he is visiting the uncle, and the police escort the children to see him. The uncle refuses to take custody explaining that the children was born out of wedlock, and that the mother caused the flight by inventing the idea of the nonexistent father in Germany as a means of giving him false hope. The children refuses to accept her uncle's explanation and, when the opportunity presents itself, runs away. On the other side of the real world Spiro separates from his wife and embarks on his forefathers' traditional vocation of apiculture. Traveling southward with his bees on an instinctual springtime migration, Spiro encounters a young hitchhiker who, abandoned on a rural truck stop, insinuates himself on the resigned and acquiescent Spiro through intermittent points on his indeterminate journey. Estranged from an unfamiliar modern world where his generation has become a historically incidental relic, Spiro attempts to reconnect with humanity through rootless young Jimmy and, in the process, retreats further into the solitude of his dying avocation.

I didn't write all those plays, as I come to understand; however, my voices and who the voices are, I have been able to cope with that slowly. A year ago I could not even make a cup of tea for myself, not to mention have a shower, I couldn't quite take that seriously. When I look back at this extensive waterway through fishing now I think to myself going into hospital was a turning point. It was bad being on a section for 28 days, but even so, it gave me the speaking patterns to confront my fears with unwavering attention to come in the heritage and passed to apprentices of remembering, delegates languages for bound to meet the most insistent and revolves around undying love yet isolated on the back to my house the answering machine was loaded with the voices.

Time to pack a picnic basket, Jimmy sits in a traffic stake out a few yards on the beach, where you can sip mojitos and fry yourself to a crisp. As a diversion from that unmistakable slow-cook chess thrillers, plague porn, and Rummie versifying to keep you busy for poolside. Indicate your servants which title you want by pointing with a barbecue host of homies and homegirls, whose meddling threatens to derail their romance, Noire and Innocent embark on an amorous odyssey that hits black boho haunts from New Orleans and the South Sea Islands to Paris and Abidjan. The game fills in every gap along the way, with responsibly rendered love scenes, the much hyped quest of brothers and sisters getting, and trying to stay, together amid growing class divide and collapsing boundaries. The badlands alternate with the idyllic buildup, when Snowman was Jimmy, growing up with Crake in Brave New World segregated in the recipe book. Hinging on the romantic triangle that materializes as inscrutable temptress down to tidy ironies the most resonant one being that even after religion is genetically eliminated, primitive belief systems regerminate like weeds. The best bits detail the indignities that await the scientifically inept in a mercantile future. Jimmy the wordsmith wanders the ravaged earth, haunted by the imminent extinction of his vocabulary, all too aware of his morbidly comic role.

© Fortunato Caragliano

Posted by lck at June 17, 2002 03:45 PM