could have a world and live in it. If we didnât have time everything would happen all at once and youâd be your own daddy and son with you smashed and squashed up in between, which, ironically and poignantly, is exactly the way I feel at this particular critical juncture of my near-to-end life, as I constantly feel the press of legacy at my back and my hopes for the future smashed into my face with the mandatory rejection of a considerable portion of my own earned and personal beliefs and ideology by my beloved progeny, all being necessary, intimidating, and, to a somewhat uncomfortable nature that I must come to embrace, repulsive in order to maintain a dynamic world and universe. And if we didnât have space everything would be a swallowing hole with the sun and the moon and every damn one of the stars coming right down on top of us, which, once again, I have come at this juncture to realize is exactly the way I find myself, trapped in a body that is shrinking, crushed, and rotting around me while, in spite of the steady accumulation of evidence to the contrary, I am doing everything possible to maintain a sense of personal strength and dignity whilst living within that confinement, continuing to wage war against the scientific facts of chronology and gravity, fighting the good fight against my persistent fears of exercise addiction and anorexia, yet realizing no longer year by year but week by week at an accelerating pace that ultimately and finally, there is no fucking way Iâm even going to win a battle. Thatâs why they are the most important. Without them we wouldnât have Newtonâs Third Law of Physical Motion. All other things came next, after that. Theyâre all waiting to happen or theyâve already happened but neither one did until there was a when and a where so it could, and if there wasnât a that, everything immediately becomes a wasnât because there would be no documentation. Thus, it couldnât have been, at least in any objective sense. And thatâs how his sculpture works for me, with all his assemblage of the paraphernalia of the past thrust up into the ether in a manner worthy of mythological ponderance, what I think it was he was trying to say and how and why it is. So, gentlemen, there you go. All of which Iâve come to understand in the course of an evening which has perfectly convinced me that I cannot, should not, and will not ever deserve a claim on any part of that monument or its significance, which in like manner has brought me to the realization that for that very reason the one thing I will desire and lay claim to for the rest of my life is personal aesthetic and enduring mental ownership of that very object, and Iâve made up my mind that I donât have to think about that any more tonight.
Whatâd you think, Ollie?
I thought it was purdy good
whatall of it I understood
worth a beer I believe
what about you, Clovis?
It was almost a Stay,
thou art so fair moment
glad I asked for it
In the words of the prophet
I believe we heard
something almost being said
Iâm drunk enough to almost shed a tear
over that one
Nope, tears are salty
you have high blood pressure and canât tolerate it
besides itâs all gravel road
leading to mere oblivion
letâs go home
I like it
sayeth all but Jacques
Iâm about ready, Billy
letâs call it a quit
and get it over with
John Simsâ Story: The Oil Well Fire
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi châintrate
âDante Aligheri,
Inferno
, 111, 9
Donât yall leave yet, come over a minute
and pretend to act like you think
we might actually want you to stay
here, I caint get the top screwt off
this beer I got out of the cold box, Billy
can you or Clovis help?
thatâs the onliest thing I miss this finger for
I got cut off I just havenât got no grip
to twist off these beer lids
they put them on too tight for me now
they was this guy I