Julia as Housekeep

1. How can we ever fix this mess?

Writers enjoy writing about other writers.
Sartre, for example. Garcin is a writer, and the only character in Huis-clos who didn't do anything particularly horrible.

I communicated this to Julia. I said,
"Writers enjoy writing about other writers.
Sartre, for example. Garcin is a writer, and the only character in Huis-clos who didn't do anything particularly horrible."

She said "I'm leaving you forever and I don't care what you have to say."

2. Julia is gone.

Nobody else would have bought a balafon from the CNE. I have a goje fiddle and a gourd with some strings on it.

"If you come back we will have a little band," I told her over the phone.

"I'm leaving you forever and I don't care what you have to say," she replied.

"We could have been griots," I said. Instead, she hung up. This is likely because there are no griots in Canada. People would think we were silly-- especially since our parents are from the same Ireland.

3. A before O or up you go.

Pierre is in love with the echoes that reverberate off his living-room ceiling.
Big places echo. Pierre's living room is, therefore, vastly big. And there's no arguing.

Pierre, Pierre.

"You have a high enough ceiling," I told him, "But your living room is not very spacious."

4. Mouso Teke Soma Ye/ notes from space? Probably not.

There are perfect traductions always always.
For Bamanankan there is nothing; the words
are sounds the words are babble and it doesn't matter.

I hated that, to be honest. Always did.

Julia, you should listen to me every now and then.

"I already told you I won't. I'm gone forever, damn it! Gone forever!"

I said, "Jesus wants compromise. Jesus is a compromise. Listen, for a minute. You can stay away forever. I get my way, and you get yours."

"You'll get yours, alright," she said. She hissed into the phone and told me to fuck myself. This is physically impossible; when erect even the largest phallus cannot bend all the way around to pierce the anus, and when it's flaccid and flexible, what can you do with it? Nothing.

But by the time I had finished explaining this, she had already hung up the phone.