The New Music

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    -- What did you do today?

    -- Went to the grocery store and Xeroxed a box of English muffins, two pounds of ground veal and an apple. In flagrant violation of the Cht Act.

    -- You had your nap, I remember that --

    -- I had my nap.

    -- Lunch, I remember that, there was lunch, slept with Susie after lunch, then your nap, woke up, right?, went Xeroxing, right?, read a book not a whole book but part of a book --

    -- Talked to Happy oelephone saw the seven ocloews did not wash the dishes want to  up some of this mess?

    -- If one does nothing but listen to the new music, everything else drifts, goes away, frays. Did Odysseus feel this way when he and Diomedes decided to steal Atheatue from the Trojans, so that they would bee dejected and lose the war? I dont think so, but who is to know what effect the new music of that remote time had on its hearers?

    -- Or how it pares to the new music of this time?

    -- One  only jecture.

    -- Ah well. I was talking to a girl, talking to her mother actually but the daughter was very much present, oreet. The daughter was absolutely someone youd like to take to bed and hug and kiss, if you werent too old. If she werent too young. She was a wonderful-looking young woman and she was looking at me quite seductively, very seductively, sm a bit, and I was thinking quite well of myself, very well ihinking myself quite the -- Until I realized she was just practig.

    -- Yes, I still think of myself as a young man.

    -- Yes.

    -- A slightly old young man.

    -- Thats not unusual.

    -- A slightly old young man still advertising irees and rivers for a mate.

    -- Yes.

    -- Being .

    -- Youre very .

    -- er than most.

    -- Its not escaped me. Your ness.

    -- Some of these people arent . People you meet.

    -- What  you do?

    -- Set an example. Be .

    -- Dig it, dig it.

    -- I got three different shower heads. Different degrees of sting.

    -- Dynamite.

    -- I got one of these Finnish pads that slip over the hand.

    -- Numero uno.

    -- Pedicare. Thats ahing.

    -- Think youre the mules eyebrows dont you?

    -- No. I feel like Insuffit Funds.

    -- Feel like a busted-up car by the side of the road stripped of value.

    -- Feel like I dont like this!

    -- Youre just a little down, man, down, thats what they call it, down.

    -- Well how e they didnt bring us n of roses with a purple silk sash with gold lettering on that mother? How e that?

    -- Dunno baby. Maybe we lost?

    -- How could we lose? How could we? We!

    -- We were standing tall. Ready to hand them their asses,  their clocks. Yet maybe --

    -- I remember the old days when we almost automatically --

    -- Yes. Almost without effort --

    -- Right. e in, ander. Put it right there, anywhere will do, let me move that for you. Just put that sucker dht there. An eleven-foot-high silver cup!

    -- Beautifully engraved, with dates.

    -- Beautifully engraved, with dates. That was then.

    -- Well. Is there help ing?

    -- I called the number for help and they said there was no more help.

    -- Im taking you to Pool.

    -- Ive been there.

    -- Im taking you to Pool, city of new life.

    -- Maybe tomorrow or another day.

    -- Pool, the revivifier.

    -- Oh man Im not up for it.

    -- Where one  taste the essences, get swindled into health.

    -- I got things to do.

    -- That lonesome road. It ends in Pool.

    -- Got to chop a little cotton, go by the drugstore.

    -- Ever been to Pool?

    -- Yes Ive been there.

    -- Pool, city of new hope.

    -- Get my oa tuned, sew a button on my shirt.

    -- Have you traveled much? Have you traveled enough?

    -- Ive traveled a bit.

    -- Got to go away fore you  get back, thats fual.

    -- The joy of return is my joy. Satisfied by a walk around the block.

    -- Pool. Have you seen the new barracks? For the State Police? They used that red rock they have around there, quite a handsome structure, dim and red.

    -- Do the cops like it?

    -- No one has asked them. But they could hardly. . . I mean its new.

    -- Got to air my sleeping bag, scrub up my teen.

    -- Have you seen the nehitheater? Made out of red rock. They play all the tragedies.

    -- Yeah Ive seen it thats over by the train statiht?

    -- No its closer to the Great Lyceum. The Great Lyceum glowing like an ember against the hubris of the city.

    -- I could certainly use some home fries long about now. Home fries achup.

    -- Pool. The idea was that it be one of those owns. Where everyone would be happier. The regulations are quite strict. They do people have cars.

    -- Yes, I was in on the beginning. I remember the charette, I was asked to prepare a paper. But I couldnt think of anything. I stood there wearing this blue smock stenciled with the Pool emblem, looked rather like a maternity gown. I couldnt think of anything to say. Finally I said I would go along with the group.

    -- The only thing old there is the monastery, dates from 1720 or thereabouts. Has the Dark Virgin, the Virgin is black, as is the Child. Dates from 1720 or around in there.

    -- Ive seen it. Rich fare, extraordinarily rich, makes you want to cry.

    -- And in the fall the circus es. Plays the red rock gardens where the carved red asters, carved red phlox, are set off by borders of yellow beryl.

    -- Ive seen it. Extraordinarily rich.

    -- So its settled, well go to Pool, therell be routs and revels, maybe a soaybe a nuzzle or two oerrace with one of the dazzling Pool beauties --

    -- Not much for nuzzling, now. I mostly k their feet, knit for them or parse for them --

    -- And the Pool buffalo herd. Six thousas. All still alive.

    -- Each house has its grand lawns and grounds, brass dlesticks, thrice-daily mail delivery. Elegant omen living alone in large houses, watering lawns with whirling yellow sprinklers, studying the patterns of the grass, searg out brown patches to be sprinkled. Sometimes there is a grown child in the house, or an almost-grown one, w for a school or hospital in a teag or seling position. Frequently there are family photographs on the walls of the house, about which you are enced to ask questions. At dusk medals are awarded those who have made it through the day, the Cross of St. Jaime, the Cross of St. Em.

    -- Meant to be one of those owns where everyone would be happier, much happier, that was the idea.

    -- Serenity. Peace. The dead are shown in art galleries, framed. Or sometimes, put oals. Not much different from the practice elsewhere except that in Pool they display the actual --

    -- Person.

    -- Yes.

    -- And they play a tape of t<s>?９9lib.</s>he guy or woman talking, right o his or her --

    -- Frame or pedestal.

    -- Prerecorded.

    -- Naturally.

    -- Shocked white faces talking.

    -- Killed a few flowers and put them in pots uhe faces, everybody does that.

    -- Something keeps drawing you back like a mag.

    -- Watg the buffalo graze. It t be this that Ive waited for, Ive waited too long. I find it intolerable, all this putter. Yet in the end, wouldnt mind doing a little grazing myself, it would look a little funny.

    -- Is there bluegrass in heaven? Make inquiries. I saw the streets of Pool, a few curs broiling on spits.

    -- And on another er, a man spinning a goat into gold.

    -- Pool projects positive images of itself through the great medium of film.

    -- emas filled with industrious product.

    -- Real films. Sent everywhere.

    -- Film is the great medium of this tury -- hearty, giggling film.

    -- So even if one does not go there, one may assimilate the meaning of Pool.

    -- Id just like to rest and laze around.

    -- Soundtracks in Burmese, Italian, Twi, and other tongues.

    -- One film is worth a thousand words. At least a thousand.

    -- Theres a film about the new barracks, and a film about the nehitheater.

    -- Good. Excellent.

    -- In the one about the new barracks we see Squadron A at m roll call, tense and effit. &quot;Mattingly!&quot; calls the sergeant. &quot;Yo!&quot; says Mattingly. &quot;Man!&quot; calls the sergeant. &quot;Yo!&quot; says Man.

    -- A fine bunen. Nervous, but fine.

    -- In the one about the amphitheater, a-day dramatization of Eckermanns versations with Goethe.

    -- What does Goethe say?

    -- Goethe says: &quot;I have devoted my whole life to the people and their improvement.&quot;

    -- Goethe said that?

    -- And is quoted in the very superior Pool produ which is enlustering the perception of Pool worldwide.

    -- Rich, very rich.

    -- And there is a film ig the fabulous Pool garage sales, where one finds solid-silver plates in ed bags.

    -- People sighing and leaning against each other, holding their silver plates. Think Ill just whittle a bit, whittle and spit.

    -- Lots of aodations in Pool, all of the hotels are empty.

    -- See if I have any bes left uhe G.I. Bill.

    -- Pool is new,  make you oo.

    -- I have not the heart.

    -- I  get us a plane or a train, theyve cut all the fares.

    -- People sighing and leaning against one another, holding their silver plates.

    -- So you just want to stay here? Stay here and be yourself?

    -- Drop by the shoe store, pick up a pair of shoes.

    -- Blackberries, buttercups, and wild red clover. I find the latest music terrific, although I dont generally speaking care much for the new, qua new. But this new music! It has won from roup the steadiest attention.

    -- Momma didnt low no clari played in here. Unfortunately.

    -- Momma.

    -- Momma didnt low no clari played in here. Made me sad.

    -- Momma was outside.

    -- Momma was very outside.

    -- Sitting there lowing and not-lowing. In her old rog chair.

    -- Low<bdo>..</bdo>ing this, not-lowing that.

    -- Didnt low oboe.

    -- Didnt low gitfiddle. Vibes.

    -- Rock over your damn foot and bust it, you didnt pop to when she was lowing and not-lowing.

    -- Right. Course, she had all the grease.

    -- True.

    -- You wanted a little grease, like to buy a damn ic book or something, you had to go to Momma.

    -- Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Her variously colored moods.

    -- Mauve. Warm gold. Citizens blue.

    -- Mauve mood that got her thrown in the jug that time.

    -- cealed ons. Well, what  you do?

    -- Carried a .357 daytimes and a .22 for evenings. Well, what  you do?

    -- Momma did nobody work her over, nobody.

    -- She just didnt give a hang. She didnt care.

    -- I thought she cared. There were moments.

    -- She never cared. Didnt give pig shit.

    -- You could even cry, she wouldnt e.

    -- I tried that, I remember. Cried and cried. Didnt do a damn bit of good.

    -- Lost as she was in the Eleusinian mysteries and the art of love.

    -- Cried my little eyes out. The sheet was sopping.

    -- Momma was not to be swayed. Unswayable.

    -- Staring into the thermostat.

    -- She had a lot on her mind. The ts. And Daddy, of course.

    -- Lets not do Daddy today.

    -- Yes, I remember Momma, jerking the old nervous system about with her electric diktats.

    -- Could Christ have performed the work of the Redemption had He e into the world in the shape of a pea? That was one shed drop on you.

    -- Then shed grade your paper.

    -- I got a ce.

    -- She dyed my beard blue, on the eve of my seventh marriage. I was sleeping on the sun porch.

    -- Not oo withhold ent, Momma.

    -- Got pretty damired of that old retty damired of that old woman. Gangs of ecstatics hanging about beating on pots and pans, trash- lids --

    -- Trying for a ticket to the mysteries.

    -- You wanted a little grease, like to go to the brothel or something, you had to say, Momma  I have a little grease to go to the brothel?

    -- She was often underly generous.

    -- Give you eight when she k was ten.

    -- She had her up days and her down days. Like most.

    -- Out for a long walk one early evening I noticed in the bare brown cut fields to the right of me and to the left of me the following items of i: in the field to the right of me, couple copulating in the shade of a car, tan Studebaker as I remember, a thing I had seen previously only in old sepia-toned photograbbr></abbr>phs taken from the air by playful barnstormers capable of flying with their knees, I dont know if thats difficult or not --

    -- And in the field to your left?

    -- Momma. Rog.

    -- Shed lugged the old rog chair all that way. In a mauve mood.

    -- I tipped my hat. She did not return the greeting.

    -- She . &quot;The goddess Demeters anguish for all her childrens mortality.&quot;

    -- Said my discourse was siing. That was the word she used. Said it repeatedly.

    -- I asked myself: Do I give a bag of beans?

    -- This bird that fell into the back yard?

    -- The south lawn.

    -- The back yard. I wao give it a Frito?

    -- Yeah?

    -- Thought it might be hungry. Sumbitch couldnt fly you uand. It had crashed. Couldnt fly. So I went into the house to get it a Frito. So I was trying to get it to eat the Frito. I had the damn bird in one hand, and iher, the Frito.

    -- She saw you and whipped you.

    -- She did.

    -- She gave you that &quot;the bird is our friend and we ouch the bird because it hurts the bird&quot; number.

    -- She did.

    -- Thehrew the bird away.

    -- Into the gutter.

    -- Anticipating no doubt handling of the matter by the proper authorities.

    -- Momma. Youd ask her how she was and shed say, &quot;Fine.&quot; Like a little kid.

    -- Thats what they say, &quot;Fine.&quot;

    -- Thats all you  get out of em. &quot;Fine&quot;

    -- Birl, dont make a pennys worth of difference. &quot;Fine.&quot;

    -- Fending you off. Similarly, Momma.

    -- Momma lowed lute.

    -- Yes. She had a thing for lute.

    -- I remember the hours we spent. Banging away at our lutes.

    -- Momma sitting there rog away. Dosing herself with straoxits.

    -- Lime Rickeys.

    -- e Blossoms.

    -- Rob Roys.

    -- Cuba Libres.<tt></tt>

    -- Brandy Alexanders and Bronxes. How could she drink that stuff?

    -- An iron gut. And divinity, of course.

    -- Well. Want to  up some of this mess?

    -- Some monster with claws, maybe velvet-covered claws or Teflon-covered claws, inhabits my dreams. Whistling, whistling. I say, Monster, how goes it with you? And he says, Quite happily, dreammate, there are certain criticisms, the Curator of Archetypes thinks I dont quite cut it, thinks Im shu and jivin when what I should be doing is attag, attag, attag --

    -- Ah, my bawcock, what a fine fellow thou art.

    -- But on the whole, the monster says, I feel fihen he says, Gimme that  flake back. I say, What? He says, Gimme that  flake back. I say, You gave me that  flake its my  flake. He says, Gimme that  flake back or Ill claw you to thread. I say, I t man you gave it to me I already ate it. He says, an gimme the  flake back did you butter it first? I say, an be reasonable, you dont butter a  flake --

    -- How does it end?

    -- It doesnt end.

    -- Is there help ing?

    -- I called that number and they said whom the Lord loveth He chasteh.

    -- Where is succor?

    -- In the new music.

    -- Yes, it isnt often you hear a disco version of Un Coup de Dés. Its strengthening.

    -- The new music is drumless, which is brave. To make up for the absence of drums the musis pray nightly to the Virgin, kneeling in their suits of lights in damp chapels provided for the purpose off the corridors of the great arenas --

    -- Momma wouldnt have lowed it.

    -- As with much else. Momma didnt low Patrice.

    -- I remember. You still see her?

    -- On a way. Saw her Saturday. I hugged her and her body leaped. That was odd.

    -- How did that feel?

    -- Odd. Wonderful.

    -- The body knows.

    -- The body is perspicacious.

    -- The body aint dumb.

    -- Words t say what the body knows.

    -- Sometimes I hear them howling from the hospital.

    -- The detox ward.

    -- Tied to the bed with beige cloths.

    -- Weve avoided it.

    -- So far.

    -- Knock wood.

    -- I did.

    -- Well, its a bitch.

    -- Like when she played Scrabble. She played to kill. Used the filthiest words insisting on their legitimacy. I was shocked.

    -- In her robes of deep purple.

    -- Seeking the ecstatic vision. That which would lift people four feet off the floor.

    -- Six feet.

    -- Four feet or six feet off the floor. Persephone herself appearing.

    -- The ting in the darkeelesterion.

    -- Persephone herself appearing, h. Accepting s, balls of salt, solid gold serpents, fig branches, figs.

    -- Halluatory dang. All the women drunk.

    -- Dang with jugs on their heads, mixtures of barley, water, mint --

    -- Knowledge of things unspeakable --

    -- Still, all I wao do was a little krummhorn. A little krummhorn on a while.

    --  open graves, properly played.

    -- I was never good. Never really good.

    -- Who could practice?

    -- And your clavier.

    -- Momma didnt low clavier.

    -- Thought it would unleash in her impulses better leashed? I dont know.

    -- Her dark side. They all have them, mommas.

    -- I mean theyve seen it all, felt it all. Spilled their damn blood and then spooned out buckets of mushy squash meanwhile telling the old husband that he wasnt hree on the scale of all husbands. . .

    -- Tossed him a little bombita now and then just to keep him on his toes.

    -- He was always on his toes, spent his whole life on his toes, the poor fuck. Piling up the grease.

    -- We said we werent going to do Daddy.

    -- I fot.

    -- Old Momma.

    -- Well, its not easy, dug the mysteries. Its not easy, making the  grow.

    -- Asparagus too.

    -- I couldnt do it.

    -- I couldnt do it.

    -- Momma could do it.

    -- Momma.

    -- Luckily we have the new musiow. To give us aid and fort.

    -- And Susie.

    -- Our Susie.

    -- Our darling.

    -- Our pride.

    -- Our passion.

    -- I have to tell you something. Susies been reading the Hite Report. She says other women have more asms than she does. Wao know why.

    -- Where does one go to plain? Where does one go to plain, when fiends have worsened your life?

    -- I told her about the Great Septuagesimal asm, implying she could have one, if she was good. But it is growing late, very late indeed, for such as we.

    -- But perhaps one ought not to plain, when fiends have worsened your life. But rather, emulating the great Stoics, Epictetus and so on, just zip into a bar and lift a few, whilst listening to the new, incible, great-white-shark, knife, music.

    -- I hahe tall cool Shirley Temple to the silent priest. The new music, I said, is not specifically anticlerical. Only in its deepest effects.

    -- I know the guy who plays washboard. Wears thimbles on all his fingers.

    -- The new music burns things together, like a welder. The new music says, life bees more and more exg as there is less aime.

    -- Momma wouldnt have lowed it. But Mommas gone.

    -- To the curious: A man who was a unist heard the new musid now is not. Fernando the fish-seller was taught to read and write by the new musid is noer, white as snow. William Friend was caught trying to sneak into the new music with a set of bongos cealed under his cloak, but was garroted with his own bicycle , just in time. Propp the philosopher, having dinner with the Holy Ghost, was told of the ing of the new music but also informed that he would not live to hear it.

    -- The new, down-to-earth, think-Im-gonna-kill-myself music, whis the sky.

    -- Succeed! It has been done, and with a stupidity that bbr>.９9lｉｂ.</abbr> astound the most experienced.

    -- The rest of the trip presents no real difficulties.

    -- The rest of the trip presents no real difficulties. The thing to keep your eye on is less time, more exg. Remember that.

    -- As if it were late, late, and we were ready to pull on our red-and-gold-striped nightshirts.

    -- Cup of tea before retiring.

    -- Cup of tea before retiring.

    -- Dreams .

    -- We  deal with that.

    -- Remembering that the new music will be there tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

    -- There is always a new music.

    -- Thank God.

    -- Pull a few hairs out of your nose poised before the mirror.

    -- Routine maintenanothing to write home about.

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