Having my way with Ulysses

Letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing

But they will teach us that Eternity is the Standing still of the Present Time, a Nunc-stans (as the Schools call it;) which neither they, nor any else understand, no more than they would a Hic-stans for an Infinite greatness of Place.

5:40 pm

This place is filled with bugs.  Look at that one there in the corner.  Oh wow, that’s a spider eating another spider.  No wait, not eating.  Well, that’s natural.  Told Joe I could wait for the money he owes me if he would talk to Myles about the Keyes ad.  He won’t do it.  Look at those spiders.  Right here with us, living lives.  Mating.  Sharing our houses strangers to us.  What civilization do they have, I wonder.  They crawl so close over everything we have, everything we’ve made.  Our art, our literature, our beds.  And we busy with our moderation and botheration and civilization and syphilisation to be much to them but goodfornothing gods lighting sideways on their lives smushing them so you wouldn’t see a trace of them after and leave them for our dogs to devour or wipe them off with something and into the trash with you, honey.  And here are these two in the corner just in time to be late to know that somebody will smash them before they are done and well, that’s natural.  Obliterated to nothingness.  Well, not nothingness.  Nothing is not nothing.  Think about zero, yeah?  What is it but a place holder.  It makes things clearer in writing down numbers so 1132 can be seen right away as different from 11032.  Zero is a quantity of nothing.  Until you try to divide something by zero.  Then nothing turns into something pretty quick.  It becomes a whole lot of something, infinite something.  Suddenly nothing is everything.  Those spiders are nothing.  Those spiders are the kings of infinite space.

And thither come all herds and fatlings and first fruits of that land.

Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. 5:00 pm

I’ll tell you what I saw and damn lucky I am to see anything.  I was just shooting the shit no big deal when one of those city trucks what do you call them came past with all its gear sticking out and damn near put my fucking eye out.  Thanks a lot motherfucker.  I turned around to say thanks a lot motherfucker and ended up giving the one fingered wave to Joe Hynes, you know him right.  I told Joe I’ve been doing a little goon work for what was left of Talents West, you know the places, Ricks before it was DreamGirls at Ricks.  I started doing odd jobs some side work from time to time for the Colacurcio’s around the time of the accidental fire Ricks had just after it got bought up.  Accident my eye.  Takes all kinds of meat to make a good sauce and that’s all I’m saying about what I know about that.  I know how to keep my mouth shut and one eye open.  So Joe says we should go see the Citizen at the Cyclops see if he can stand a drink if he isn’t too shitfaced blind already.  So we walked to the Cyclops, the new one not the old place anymore you see by way of the market in by the newstand papers and magazine racks postcards of the Space Needle and Ranier and past Delaurentis cheeses olive oils pastas meats cured and the daily dozen doughnuts of cinnamon and plain or sprinkled round the corner of flying fish, overpriced with a stunt fish the same stunt fish over and again tossed daily for tourists with cameras Nikon Cannon Olympus Pentax Sony Samsung and Rachel pig bronze sat upon with a slot for coins etc. smelling of Market Spice teas herbs past stairs down under to skybridge over then crabs cooked and salmon Copper river now in King Coho Sockeye and Chum and no wild Steelhead by mussels spot shrimp and smoked and fresh of all descriptions past lavender bunches dried and lotions salves lavender lip gloss body butter and Uli’s sausages near onions of red and white and yellow beans peppers red green yellow orange carrots lettuce curly or flat lovage mizuna kale green or rainbow spinach potatoes salad onions sugar snap peas raabs various artichokes baby and adult brussels sprouts beets and greens of beets collard greens cabbage radishes red or french breakfast arugula asparagus baby bok choy celery root chickweed cilantro garlic dandelion greens parsley rhubarb sunchokes turnips squash blossoms including and not limited to zucchini fiddleheads mushrooms fresh and dried raspberries apples pears no fresh cherries but chives mint parsley rosemary sage thyme flowers tulips pink purple fuscia red white yellow puce and t-shirts same colors postcards, paintings carved things magnets Space Needle bags jewelery and raining some past crack park odoriferous urine with the totems cedar carved fifty or sixty feet and eye in the sky and sharpened at the top.

Almost Human

And I have never seen a stableboy whose master waits for him, or one who stays awake reluctantly, so ply a horse with currycomb, as they assailed themselves with clawing nails -- their itching had such force and fury, and there was no other help. And so their nails kept scraping off the scabs, just as a knife scrapes off the scales of carp or of another fish with scales more large. 12:03 pm

It’s the ads and side features that sell a newspaper, not the stale news people have already read online.  Syndicated stuff, classifieds, opinions in my opinion.  Pressure builds for civilian drone flights at home.  Rising gas prices just another chance to milk the masses.  Respiratory Care Practitioner Pulmonary Function Technologist – Per Diem – Seattle Cancer Care Alliance.  Vacant Land 25 Dexter Ave N Seattle, WA 98109  East side of Queen Anne, breathtaking views of Lake Union.  Pop music/Nightlife: Seattle Wind Symphony Concert.  Picture: World’s Biggest Balloon.  Dear Mr. Editor, what is a good cure for flatulence?  Spoke to Nannetti today, Hynes got there first with his unfeigned regret we announce the dissolution of a most respected throwaway nobody will miss.  Except once they are done the rats working away, tearing away, gnawing away, munching away.  Yum.  Thank you.  I should have said something about old hats, or that it looks good as new now.  No.  I reminded Hynes it is payday.  Payroll about to go to lunch.  Didn’t take the third hint.  Lent him $14 three weeks ago, three times what he needed at the time.  Maybe he understood what I.  The Keyes ad I showed Nannan.  And silence, scratching armpit.  Ribs.  Two crossed keys in a circle and asked for a paragraph calling attention and yes he said yes but with three months renewal.  Will ask Keyes.  Door creaking.  Cree, calling, crying, craving attention.  Doing its level best to breathe out words.  Everything speaks in its own way.