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the pet psychic and william faulkner's tales
live in a world we desire. call it a parallel universe of sorts.
it's easy to mock this funny lady who claims to read the minds
of beasts.... and speaks to them. she certainly deserves it....
and yet.... she does have her own television show.... these are
the dreams we dream in public.... are her fictions any worse
than faulkner's? (i'm re-reading As I Lay Dying.... since the
seniors have to)
i was talking to the cat just
now.... but she was not talking back. and earlier i was reading
this novel, which means that i had invited these voices into
my head. i was watching a movie while i was eating my soup. the
movie was about a young man who kills people quickly and gently
by poison. he was telling his own tale. he never gets caught.
and now he's in here too.
i was thinking how quiet it is
here. all day i've spoken maybe twenty words... to bob who's
in and out... and to the cat who does not care. but i've had
voices in my head.... all these words from the screen, from between
the covers of books, newspapers. can anyone say i've been alone
today? alone with my thoughts... and with these voices?
i do not always move my lips
when i read... but sometimes i do. today. because faulkner makes
me crazy, takes me so far into the thinking of darl and dewey
dell, vardaman and anse bundren, that i've got to say their words
to make sense of them... say them just a little in my mind with
my lips.... until...
finally i have to stop reading....
just write and wonder why some of us need these fictions....
and is it a healthy thing. healthy enough, i guess.
then to get away from words this
afternoon i wandered around this big empty house. i found this
and this
and this
circle.... zero.... open
mouth.... single eye.... maybe.
and i found a pair of doors i
will not be needing for a little while.... maybe:
i am playing with my christmas
present. now i'm thinking that (for awhile) i will show you some
of the things and places of my world.... but none of the people.
the people are too complicated.... too busy inside their own
dreams.... just as i am busy enough inside mine.
besides, you never know what
you are looking at when you are looking at the photograph of
a person.
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