Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Going Home

We are on the outside looking in. The weather is not too bad. They can hear children playing, people in the neighborhood laughing and speaking their language. They don’t feel quite as lost as they have been. Tomas and Hoshi got an eviction notice, and they had to move. There’s only two that you can see. That is a lot of stuff for two people, but they are moving somewhere close by. They are crumbing down.

Simply not prepared for the outside world, it was impossible for Tomas and Hoshi to find proper housing. They have packed up their belongings, and they are going back to China town where they can find a place they are familiar with and can afford. Hopefully they can eek out a living there.

That is all their household goods: beds, tables, kitchen supplies, suitcases, newspapers, bags of clothes. They have some pretty good stuff there, the makings of a house, wood planks, and other things. They are not rich, but they are not poor. These are things that are important to them, which they have had all their lives, items they do not want to part with. You can see two of them. They did all of this. They should have done something differently. It was a mistake. They gave a couple of chances.

On the way to Chinatown, their load exploded on the street. A few people came to their aid and helped them continue to a familiar waylay. Hoshi took them out of their familiar surroundings. She is the ambitious one. I don’t know where, if they are coming or going. They are leaving the big city into more familiar territory. They are going to the more familiar but get lost on the way. They don’t know where they are going so they have got to find someone to help them know which way to go.

This is interesting, slowly, but badly. I don’t know.

She is intelligent, and she knows the way. She is protecting the objects on the carriage. They aren’t exactly lost. They are going back to where they are more familiar with the customs, more people with their ethnic make-up. Far ahead is familiar territory, suburban as opposed to urban, a place more hospitable for them. They have a chance for a home and a life. They are parked there waiting for traffic to clear.

We can think of hundreds of excuses. They know what they’ve got to do. They have never been down that road. They are ridiculous to load everything on that one little tricycle-thing to move it. It is tipping already.

They hear doors closing, windows opening and shutting, people are just beginning to wake up. Go stand on a street corner first thing Sunday morning, and tell me what you hear! They have to stop a minute and wait for someone to come out and ask them, “Do you smell anything?” But that would be stupid, because they have a lot more to think about than what they smell. There are no people anywhere, everything is closed, so how can they smell anything? Do you smell something? No. There’s no skunk in the city. That is ridiculous. Skunks live in the forest. Let’s be practical. This area is not inhospitable, because they have all done this before.

They can relate. The two of them need help. Nobody has established where they end up - a campground or a hotel? You don’t know. I would assume a campground because they can’t take all this stuff in a hotel room. They have a house somewhere, which I doubt. This is a bunch of malarkey. Ask me what malarkey is. It’s bullshit.

Barbara, Patricia, Dorothy, Maxine, Jeanne, Alice

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Bad Habits Versus Good Habits

It’s very strange, but there are five nuns sitting on bar stools with tin legs with high-heel shoes, which appear to be the legs of the nuns. It is an oxymoron. The drinks are above the nuns. Obviously the bar tender must have placed them up there. For some unknown reason they are meeting in a bar. Perhaps they want to see what the bar looks like. What is the great attraction?

There are fifty working people, a whole expanse - that is what I am talking about. They are having a military meeting. Each one represents ten. So there are ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. In the work military people do, there is no slowing down. They have lots of legs, which means they can really get out there.

The group is not wearing military uniforms because it is a special occasion, and they are out to have a good time. They are on a secret mission to check out the bar and find out how their soldiers behave when they come to this bar. The bar advertises, “The drinks are on us!” The habits are the nun clothing. The fact that there are ten bare legs is telling, a play on right and wrong.

I’ve been there, and I’ve been through the book. They are going to attend and say, “Lets make the most of this day.” The one on the far right has other plans, but she has not been able to express them. She can’t break in to what the others are into, all their ideas. She hasn’t been able to get a word in. They are trying to all share their ideas, but they haven’t had enough time. They only have three hours.

What does the one on the far right want to say?

She found something. She found the irony in the whole situation. Wearing “habits” to check out the “habits” of the soldiers. It is effective, but only depending on the location. This is an extremely unusual visual situation, if nothing else, almost more than anyone can accept. They are checking out an unusual situation like this. Bars are not the most proper places.

The secret mission is a failure. They were a little too obvious. Nobody is going to entice the military people that go there with their wares as long as there are nuns sitting there in their habits observing their habits. The whole thing is a play on bad habits versus good habits. They were too obvious. That is obvious. The whole thing is obvious!

Evelyn, Jean, Gretchen, Joetta, Betsy, Alice

The Arrival

Irene seems to be alone in a sea of tall buildings and concrete full of people that rush hither and yon and don’t pay attention to the things around them and don’t get to see much of nature. She is standing on a high balcony in this large city, which I assume is New York City, and she has allowed a small insect to sit on her hand. She is looking at wondrously because she sees so few of them in that environment. The plane is coming in to bring in more people who will be less attached to the real world and more attached to the mechanical world. She is wondering where this will take her in her life.

It’s an opera up high. In her hand is a clink, clink. She is an opera singer who needs a lot of clothes. She wants black heals. She is meeting someone in New York City. Yes. I think so, too. He will want to see her very, very nice. Everything is clean. You can go on it. You have to get a mirror.

Where is the man? He went away in the water? Let me explain. The plane is over the water. The man who is coming to meet her is in the plane. Who is he? He is anybody that can do it. I would tell him “Nine days.” Maybe, “Explain, explain, explain, if you have time.” It’s terrible. He has been away too long, and he needs to explain what he’s been doing. She’ll forgive him. If I knew she was in love with him, if she told me, “I’m in love with him,” then I could know. We have to listen to them.

But that might be someone else’s hand. Very bleak. Very dull. Not enough there to strike up imagination about anything. We don’t want to push it too far.

Irene is going back home to the farm. She is going to get on the plane to get out of the horrible unnatural nature of the city. She is going to go home and see how she feels about the situation before she makes up her mind. This is only a chapter of the story. We need another chapter to give us more information.

June, Jeanne, Patricia, Betty, Barbara, Margareta, Alice