Homage to Fromage that was in me & then out

the Mississippi River, Autumn 2011. Photo Mike Davis

What ever happened next is open to a great deal of speculation. Who it was that operated the shredder in unknown & the contents of the documents, notes, memos, journals, receipts will never be known … that is some of it might have been known @ the time but that time has passed & will not return & despite the saying that what goes around comes around even more time has now passed & all of the watches then operable r no longer on the same arms—even the gold Rolexes as they ticked & admittedly still tic were scientifically incapable of witnessing what went on & as Faulkner wrote Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders & therefore we can hope that the shredder using Albert Collins’ cross-cut saw method somehow retained remnants of what passed thru it from order to entropy with Epistrophy bg & that that self-same shredder still exists in some forgotten Acapulco storage warehouse & yes I have just received news that the fated shredder may well be in the Liquidano Don Juan warehouse not far from the Santa Rosita Barrio & Bahia de Acapulco as seen here if u will find the white X near that circular thing. So. I fly via my timeshare Netjets® to Acapulco @ midnight as is the usual time I like to start a new adventure, @ that symbolic time when the daze change & much of the planet sleeps

I’m in an old piano store with rows of old pianos in various conditions, some pretty beat up. A couple people r sitting @ one piano, but not playing it. I look @ some of the keyboards & they have no ivory on the soiled warped bare wooden keys. The proprietor points to his right & as I look the view opens into the outside & about a block away I see a huge pile of cardboard & paper as in a recycling plant. Then the piano store turns into a print making studio & a long sheet of wide white paper is being carefully run thru a large old print machine by eager excited students. When it comes out the other side it’s maybe 4 x 8’ & mostly covered with still wet black ink. This is the first coat or background I’m told. A faint sound of my intercom buzzer in a distant room tentatively being pushed wakes me. I glook @ my watch. It’s 10:30 a.m. & I begin to get up into the day.

I’ve started wearing mismatched socks on purpose, deliberately. Solid black or navy got boring & argyles have fascinated me now for almost a year, the dark colored ones—black/navy/gray trapezoids with minimal crosshatches of white. It started when I lost one of a pair of argyles that I really liked. Where do lost socks go? Did George Carlin ask that ?? So I started wearing the lone favorite with a random selection from the pairs I still had & then it got to almost a grab bag of choices chosen @ random with eyes closed from my sock drawer. Fun results. Cross your seated legs in public & watch the reactions.

A timely email strike from Radio Roy re Dr. Lionel Easel’s new course offering, the result of his 3 year in situ research @ the major dinosaur sites both here & abroad, has struck a Cord car out here & bounced into the Kentucky bluegrass yard of the cum si/cum saw above ground freelance NPR tv host Ted Spink who is asking if he can video the first Pareofartology seminar @ the Easel Institute which we understand is located on the outskirts of Byron, MN, that is the original EI bldg. from which it has established subsidiary Institutes all over the globe. Spink hails the Institutes’ 6 figure contribution to the Save Shady Lake fund in Oronoco, MN already in the final planning stages as the beloved spring thaw begins

A man named Higgs just moved into my apt bldg. When I saw him in the lobby, he was dressed in what glooked like an advanced haute couture suit made out of fabric stainless steel or maybe titanium. I asked him if he wuz from the future & he smiled & sd, “Yes.” He gave me a business card & I turned it to the light coming in the big lobby window & when I turned back to him to ask what wuz going on, he wuzn’t dere. A piece of shiny string wuz on the carpet where he had been.

Higgs moved into both of the large penthouses on the roof & asked only that the wording for him on the intercom & the mailbox should read “M-theory.” He lived primarily in the one bedroom & with permission of the owner, made extensive architectural modifications @ his own expense to the two bedrm which he sd was his lab & from which the tenants who lived in the apt under the lab sd they often heard a distant high-pitched whine resembling a jet engine @ very low volume. That was when the Collider’s high-energy collisions were optimally producing the “artifacts,” the short-lived micro-black holes.

This was all discovered after several small things began to come up missing from the under apt.: cutlery, keys, the tv remote—solid things because Higgs was still unable to affect anything soft like food or liquid, but he had gotten close to artifacting a glove. Doing it with humans was in the future past when the third & fourth Higgs singlets were discovered.

might ask, “Anything unusual happen today or recently?”

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from Donald Maggin’s 1996 bio of Stan Getz:

“Teagarden had perfect pitch (he could tell what key an airplane engine was whirring in) & lips of iron.” He got his first trombone age 7 with “arms too short to move the slide to its farthest positions, & he had to develop extraordinary lip strength & control in order to play all the notes. Throughout his career he used, of the 7 standard slide positions, only the 3 closest to the body.”