>"Would you hit a woman with a child?— No, I'd hit her with a brick." tomorrow is the day that ee cummings left the world...in a sense when one finishes the lives of the mayfair witches, it is alike having lived a life fully - very much one's own yet also mysterious...i expect critics and scholars held back literary praise for the trilogy and even i found myself asking why so much taltos and wild taltos although i clearly knew the title... it is simply the true enourmous room...somewhere you have never travelled gladly... what am i saying, well i think it is first of all impossible to convey the span and wisdom of it all in an essay much less a few paragraphs or sentences... my criticisms...let us say bougainvillea in the first book or love in the third or michael telling how he could listen to ashler all day or what i have already hinted...well they all diminish when one looks back at the total opus at the shock of it at the imaginative and seductive nature of it all... it's been a few days since i was done with it yet certain voices from the tome slither like voiced shadows crawling within the mind's ear... i also felt much nearer to anne rice as if at times i was having a waking dream - when the storm arrived i found myself quasi-quoting uncle julien as if ancient evelyn needed to be avenged, saved...how i loved that dolly rain... not deadly yet enough to cool things down...i suppose they still don;t rank her in the same manner as lesser male counterparts - yet it is possible that the future will speak a different story. in a dream i am being asked what i want...libation...i believe there were only two choices - coffee or tea - could not recognize anyone in the scene - in terms of recognition, i 'knew' a lot more of the players in rod serling's first season of night gallery than i would have imagined - bittersweet - i had not heard of the show - it ran, i find now, for three seasons...the third having its running time cut in half -i think i enjoyed the pilot and the episode wherein the woman kept dreaming of a house she knew...a real subtle twister that logically made me wonder if we are the ghosts in the places that continually come to us in dreams...ah the awful query; how do you know you are not already dead...i am told there is no death penalty in texas for the type of crime amaya and her sister possibly were involved with yet the lack of news seems to be pointing to the railroad...the words galiano and met exhibit got a real work out--as i looked around i came across mia shem and her disconnected arm story followed by the minister saying "Our opponents will find that we have prepared very unpleasant surprises for them..." now i am the type that will insist on actual freedom of choice and that extends to vocabulary - some cannot stand forgiveness in this sense and others might not be aware of how much work the desiger has done to correct himself...in the moment it seemed woody allen could unfortunately and easily fall into such a divided category- which then leaves no one safe for if a man faithfully married for decades and minding his own business can be a victim of such speculation, where does that leave everybody else...not in a good place...my point was someone called it a sort of death penalty - well sure “I love Hitler. People like you would be dead. Your mothers, your forefathers, would all be fucking gassed.” is sort of extreme especially when filmed and circulated in the media - and some might be willing to kill over such statements... by contrast - it may be argued - that his explanation later involving substance abuse and having no memory of saying such things one time two times three times or at all is a bit on the convenient side...my own view takes two forms, one; it was predictive of the recent scenes on campus when palestine was taken up as if darfur making it chic to stand against israel...two, it was a calculated move to fall from grace and rise again with the nazi occupation of paris in mind when coco chanel was riding Oberleutnant Hans Günther von Dincklage and possibly acting as national socialist spy...if so the question remains, will he make it? to clarify i make no judgement in terms of zionist or neo-nazi - as i said - freedom of choice. let me admire Obergruppenführer Reinhard Heydrich as well as the countless jews in the arts that have provided the world with more than can easily be imagined...if the concept is too convoluted, let us put place thusly - what is god without devil? in a dream i am given a set of dolls - they are on the ground - i had seen the doll night gallery episode and was about to see miley and her collection of barbies...at the time i thought about my easter song...she made a devil doll - it's all filled with your jealousy...i remember the genius silence of tod browning - surely i have spoken too much for no good reason...unless silence is no longer golden...in any case i am reluctant to speak about the films i viewed 'just play dead' or even 'i want your sex' and it's feeling like a good enough place to aim at the end of this dream note. the title points to how the death anniversary scribe described his method. let us hope he is with elephants in the afterlife.
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