Letters to Jude by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub

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‘The worst and best parts of us are the secrets we never reveal.’

Lytton Strachey

​ JF: Am I on? I’m doing a survey. Do you find the frequent Gaelic and Spanish phrases offputting?

​ Reader: I do. Why do they do it?

​ It was something they brought with them, something innate inside themselves.

​ Maybe you’d have a word.

​ A focal perhaps, but I don’t want to inhibit them. Veremos.

​ What?

​ We’ll see. Give me a seven letter name with only three letters.

​ You’ll do foc all.

​ Bar . . .

​ What?

​ I was prompting you. Barbara.

​ Good night.

​ Reader: Does God really mean Dog? I mean the reincarnation as an animal and then meeting the same fate?

SYC: Interesting insight in the context of the sacrifice of Leo’s Dog.

SFC: You can’t prove he was sacrificed. He was never found.

SYC: They found his burnt collar at the bonfire. Hadn’t the heart to tell Leo. So was that poor creature the Christ? Or a standin for? Could it have been?

​ SFC: Balderdash. The problem with this woman is she craves allocontact. Even the fish can go home to his alewife, but Jude well . . .

​ Reader: Where does your man live?

​ JF: He comes from a place where the organ is still.

​ Jude: His organ is never still. Leo, are you awake?

​ Leo: I was dozing. Isn’t it wonderful this telepathy. Lil can’t hear. Allow me to invite you, Jude, to a ringside seat at the edge of my mind.

​ What is important in life that is to say?

​ What is important is that we develop other ways of seeing and leave our purblind, blinkered, tunnelled and scaled vision in the shallows . . .

​ What adjectives!

​ Reader: In other words, don’t sweat the small stuff. What his mother was always saying.

​ SYC: What I think it is is that we don’t accept fairy tales anymore, the postmodern Little Red Riding Hood with the stringed wooden balls bobbing on each breast as she walked, saw the wolf in the guise of the grandmother and coolly raised a gun and shot him. All the more to blast you, my dear.

​ . . . My eyebrow gives an inborn raise. Saw two lovers kissing tongues, chewed food being orally transmitted from mother to baby just as the birds predigest for their young, no different, the same biological phenomenon. You may come back after I’ve finished my ablutions or stay, all the same now that we’re noncorporeal, in fact nice feeling to have you around. Piles distended somewhat today, still the drop of blood ah well, carpe diem . Dreadful smell of shit as I walk. Strange it’s not diffused in the open air. May be connected with pollution and ozone layer all coming back to assail our nostrils. Terrible thought to think. A mongrel raises its leg against a spare mangy tree, must go there every day, a creature of habit, likes its bark.

​ Ravensheuch as he plunged into the depths. The depths of the sea, the depths of despair, can’t remember which.

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