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Thursday, November 13, 2003 |
Bubel's gonna meet up with the Hollywood Twins and they gonna rampage their way southerly through the Mid-West until they meet up in conflict with Mary in and around Harvey's Kingdome which is announced so, "this is Harvey's Kingdome", in wax crayon upon a cardboard box and stuck up on a barbed-wire fence along Highway 59. It's a sign Deela Stimpson made, Deela being one of Mary's kids by Harvey and the cousin of Charles Atkins. Charles is the Krazy Kid described by Raoul DuBuffet to the author of ROADHOUSE TRAMP J. Evardd Herman that summer in the fifties when they're out at the seaside dreaming up an "earthy" entertainment which becomes, of course, ROADHOUSE TRAMP, the hippy cult classic, "but, frankly," says Mr. Herman, "I never knew that Mr. Hoover was a transvestite. That was simply the hand of God." Beth says: "I don't remember how ROADHOUSE TRAMP and the Empire of Dr. Bienke fit up together," and I say, on reflection: "the only place they fit up together is I have Mary singing a Koo Kowlick John Donne song."
Charles colors furiously caught in an artistic renaissance stimulated by his exposure to the graffitti adorning the men's room of the Dersher Truck Stop in Memphis where Harvey has taken him for a pee on the trip back from Detroit to Mary in Texas Harvey makes with Ginnie and Charles following Ginnie and Charles' parents' deaths in an automobile accident on Saturday December the sixth. Claire, Ginnie's Mom, didn't pass until late on the seventh because Ginnie had aleady heard about the bombing. Everyone whispered Hawaii and with the sound of it Ginnie heard ukuleles.
The 'real' Charles, the Krazy Kid, was a boy that Raoul Dubuffet met in a sanitarium his Mother sent him to in an attempt to curtail his multifariously aberrant behavior.
3:10:50 PM [Macro error: The file "" wasn't found.]
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Bubel burns up the Senator's son and the tramp. He skedaddles with Grossman's Green Box in one compartment of which is a collection of photos of famous cross-dressers and features a notable law enforcement personage. It's Bubel's Ace but he's scared to lay it down seeing as the rest of his hand's another ace and a couple of eights.
i gave my heart to jesus one night after getting terribly sad from viewing the first half of billy wilder's 'ace in the hole', a movie i don't know that i've seen since. that was in nacogdoches in the east austin house, '65 or '66. and i gave my heart to jesus again in the costernation leading up to our departure to england in '72. this was partly inspired by a hearing of billy preston on the bangladesh album.
i lost my faith in dundee one night (winter of '76- '77) trying to open the sticky lock of the front door of the big house down on the tay river where i roomed. it had been my habit to invoke supernatural assistance when faced with wordly obstacles. prayer, it turned out was the ritual that bound me to faith. that night it suddenly struck me that praying was silly. my faith evaporated. i thought it might return, but it hasn't.
i had picked up faith to deal with my fear of dying. when i was sufficiently miserable and depressed that dying didn't seem so bad i put it back down. truly hell had never scared me. it always seemed ridiculous and redundant.
yet i continued to occasionally attend services. of my church-going my wife would tell me: "you look like you believe."
judging by the way clerics sniff when i pass these days i think i have overcome that specific appearance/reality dissonance.
2:12:28 PM [Macro error: The file "" wasn't found.]
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Bubel returns from his meeting with the G-Man and fixes the groggy Senator's son another "special drink". He goes out and hires a man about his size and build from down on a corner near the local itinerant labor camp.
"You from around here?" Bubel asks.
"No sir, I'm from down Tennessee. I'm tramping my way over to Washington. Gotta cousin there. I try to earn my way, best I can, with the help of kind people like you."
"Must get lonely for you," says Bubel. The tramp reaches over and pats Bubel's hand.
"Yes sir." Bubel is shocked. The tramp thinks Bubel has picked him up for a trick. When they get to the apartment up over the warehouse where Bubel has left the Senator's son Bubel shoots the tramp in the head fast. Bubel is repulsed by perverts who look like him. He doesn't like mirrors either.
12:53:14 PM [Macro error: The file "" wasn't found.]
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For years the gregarious Abe Grossman had made for himself a comfortable life off the seductive entertainment possibilities of his Green Box. He was a regular of luxurious house parties and posh resorts. Mr. Grossman collected intimate photographs. These were filed away into the seemingly endless compartments of the Green Magician's Box Mr. Grossman had purchased from a vaudeville trouper. One compartment was given to snaps of european royalty in dalliance with their horses. Grossman did not admit the authenticity of Russian Nobility, else he should never have been able to close the drawer.
12:11:13 PM [Macro error: The file "" wasn't found.]
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Bubel Andriessen outlines to the G-Man a possible future in which the G-Man will discover two charred bodies in a secret hideaway apartment leased by the Great Lakes German-American Friendship League whose purple shirts (the Senator's son was set on purple shirts) had been a staple of anti-war involvement agitation in the years running up to the bombing of Pearl Harbor which rendered such discussion sort of moot (can i use it that way?).
"Goddamned Roosevelt," the G-Man cusses, "I know he fixed this with the Japanese somehow. He's a maniac. The Director is furious, but of course in a very defensive position. They say that internal complicity was a pre-condition. We'll round up all the Japanese of course. But we have to round up known Nazi associates too. You, Bubel."
Bubel reiterates the alternative future with him publically dead. He knows from experience that the G-Man seizes concepts slowly. Bubel has an Ace up his sleeve but he doesn't want to play it on the G-Man. Bubel is in possession of Grossman's Green Box.
11:33:06 AM [Macro error: The file "" wasn't found.]
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© Copyright 2003 Quin Withey.
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