can't start a fire
worrying about
your little world
falling aparta five-a.m. fire in a carpet warehouse near downtown knocked out the electric for blocks, so when i got to work this morning alice was sitting on the fire escape with our special-duty officer. as everyone arrived we sat out there & drank coffee & wondered when the power would come back on. our generators had spent themselves long before we showed up for work even.
there were only two picketers at the clinic today & one of them came around in the backalley to hand out flyers to anyone who might show up. he looked dead-on like Charlton Heston. we called him �chuck� to each other & argued over which Blonde People Of Israel epic movie is best. (alice likes Spartacus best, which doesn't even count as it is Rome.)
eventually the power came on & we were all disappointed. it would have been nice to sit out on the fire escape all day in the spring, to reschedule the patients for next week, & to get paid to drink coffee & talk about cecil b demille.
but i feel like that coffee i had (all four ounces or so) has gotten itself in the cab of a giant truck which is driving over me, over over over. i'm dealing with it by smothering my body with spring: opening the windows & listening to nebraska, the river, born in the u.s.a.. i've put the scrubs in the laundry bag & am wearing my knee-length red pyjama pants & a tank top. in a little bit i'll walk across the street for some cider. sit out on the deck. make faces at murmur & reckoning sitting in the windows. read a novel (what was the last novel i read & not re-read? i think my year of meats which was months & moths ago).
but: i've been skimming, bitterly, harry potter and the bible: the menace behind the magick by mister fundamentalist, richard abanes. richard abanes is a pompous buffoon. i'm sure you can imagine his arguments against all things hogwarts. my current favorite comes in the chapter in which he contrasts j.k.rowling (who is ungodly, & a woman) with j.r.r. tolkein & c.s.lewis (who are devout, & men) (& why so many initials, anyway? did john ronald reuel want to show off his three given names? is �clive staples� so bad [it's not.]?) mister richard abanes asserts that Middle Earth & Narnia are highly-stylized & therefore not easily confused with real life (which confusion would somehow be undesirable), while j.k.rowling "[admits] that many children believe Hogwarts is a real place." excuse me. i spent many an hour peeking into the backs of closets: looking for the lamppost in the middle of the wood. & i bet you did too.
hello lamppost.
