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Monthly Archives: July 2008
Drawing by Father James-an example of Mother Hannah’s pocket handkerchief. Via ArtStor
Portrait of Akhmatova.
I’ve just discovered ArtStor, so excuse me while I browse through 19 pages of Kandinsky paintings.
I don’t know if this will be something regular, but just know that sometimes people will say the strangest things to you, to me. I have no idea if any of it is true; the simple (faux) revelation is enough.
Today I got onto the #8 bus at OHSU, and sat near an old vet (maybe Vietnam or shortly after ‘Nam). As soon as I sat down he started talking. Occasionally I made a reply, but his speech was fundamentally a monologue, and so I’m reproducing it here with forgetfulness as the only censor.
“You know if you shave your beard more often, it’ll grow back thicker. When I was in basic it’d got so thick I had to shave twice everyday, in the morning and at night. I’d work swing or graveyard shifts. I liked working swing. I could do stuff in the day, and then after work I could go out. I didn’t like working graveyard because I’d work and have a few drinks, but after the second one I was drunk, and I’d go home and pass out. Sometimes 3 beers, sometimes 4. I’m naturally hyperactive, always been since I was a child. Hyperactive you react opposite to the drugs. Uppers-you feel calm. Downers-and you can bounce off of walls. That’s why the government developed Ritalin for hyperactive kids; it has speed in it. Once a doctor prescribed Valium for me, and I felt I could go all night, bouncing off the walls. My wife, she’as addicted to Valium. She’d go to doctor’s to get them to write prescriptions for her. She’d fuck them, give them blow jobs, whatever they wanted. I divorced her. We got married, and she tried my best friend; she tried my brother. Two weeks, a week and a half after that he told me and I knew it was through. My mother told me not to marry her. I tried to explain it to her, “You got to marry who you love.” –”You know she’s a witch.” She was right. This is my stop. God bless.
