Exercise Week 2

This turned into a bit of a pastiche, partly because I was greatly amused by the thought of this character walking into Varsity on campus.

Although I am by nature a god-doubtin’ sort of a person findin’ that church is more a show of kind than any sort o’ truth I am sometime struck by that about life that ain’t so easy. The world’s more than squares, you see? Those squares they make in church or in the government hall can’t fit all o’ life in them or indeed all o’ people who are mighty surprisin’ for instance once I knew a man who had six fingers on one hand but that wasn’t the most surprisin’ thing about him cos he could play piano real good even tho’ he’d one extra finger. An’ he’d use that sixth finger to play with even tho’ he didn’t use the finger aside it the normal fifth finger on his hand. The point I’m makin’ is that how can you find boxes and rules or commandments in this place when really its all movin’ lines and rivers? For inside a man is more’n just a stay in place thing that doesn’t move or walk anywere or even make waves like the ocean on a day where there’s much wind. Inside o’ him is a movin’ thing a river that makes him talk to other people and find his own way o’ thinkin’.

Well, not long ago I was needin’ some escape from these type o’ person that thinks in squares an’ I was also freely this I will admit o’ needin’ somethin’ to drink. Not that I am by nature a drinker I never was afore I saw that if the way of God was all a bunch of men in black n’ white who know not much of life indeed less than any normal folk might think on. And so I thought on it and came to seeing that if the other rules they have in church not really rules as such then why should I be keepin’ away from the drink? For I saw then and soon after saw more clearly than there isn’t this thing they call the devil in fact I suspect the real devils are up there in the black garments watchin’ us from the front o’ the congregation but that’s just my way o’ thinkin’ for once I knew a man who was a priest an’ also a terrible person for he did always sin with the women o’ the town and onetime a young girl who did have his baby and afterward die with the having o’ it he was tellin’ o’ the wrath o’ God when his baby was left with no person to look for ‘it. Tho after it did go to a relative of this girl in some other town.

But I was sayin’ o’ how I was needin’ some kind of drink havin’ decided that these things the church are tellin’ us are wrong. Didn’t I know Mr. Whitman who is one for tellin’ us that there is truth in all things well why not in drink also? I liked this place, you see had wide, open doors that feel like you’re walkin’ into some kind of open-thinkin’ place. And I’m comin’ in to this place, tho’ straight way I know it’s more than just a place there’s plenty o’ thinkin’ types here for they’re lookin’ at me as I’m enterin’ one young couple aren’t seein’ me for they’re in some kind o’ discussion that I start to listen to the young man he starts up all sayin’ of the world that its all on a loop ‘deed I think that’s what he sayin’ that when it ends it all starts again and there’s no avoidin’ this. But the young lady she is not agreeable to this idea mighty pretty she is with dark hair an’ eyes an’ you can tell she is one of those who has a river o’ sorts inside her tho’ likely he does too tho’ he looks stern she is talkin’ about how she can’t see herself believin’ this thing he has about the world being on a sort of circle in time for why she is askin? Tho he is not thinkin’ on what she is sayin’ being more inclined to believe what he has said.

This is to be less interestin’ tho’ for I am now feelin’ the need for a long draught of beer inside me sending it’s old heat against me an’ I can see hows these two are stuck in somethin’ that won’t be finished sometime soon or maybe not in all o’ their lives.

I callin’ to the barman altho’ in a matter of speakin’ he is younger than me and as such cannot be called a man for my father was always in a matter of speakin’ tellin’ me that you cannot be a man until you have done such a thing to prove yourself for instance once he rode out into the desert an’ came back with seven wild horses which later turned out looked a lot like those horses that old man Barton owned over in Mellisville tho’ we won’t be askin’ questions ‘bout that for my pap’s word was as good as gold most o’ the time anyhow sometime to be a man you got to do somethin’ that’s good enough for a man I doubt this boy has much a chance.

"Hey boy, one beer please and make it quick."

“Just a minute, I’m pouring it now. That’ll be £3.60”

‘Course t’aint his problem boy like that young he is and not so sharp but what do we do with them who cain’t think right. Strange lookin’ lad, all fair hair fluffin’ round his head. But where was I, I’m losin’ myself? I was just thinking how this philosophising isn’t so hard if you’ve got it in your bones like I find in myself. Stagger me how little folks is thinking on it all. When this world’s full of what I’m callin’ the manifold shapes, y’know and more than one thing isn’t all together? Like them two in the corner findin’ that each one o’ their truths don’t quite match up yet still bein’ close together and talkin’ all the time you can see there is a river between them tho’ might be best to call it an ocean yes I remember that boy an’ girl well wonder what they are doin’ now?

“Well, thank you kindly. Have you ever thought on goin’ horse-findin’?”

Madeleine Beresford : 22 Oct 2008 22:54 |  Tags: Icw20089 Kelly Ned Prose Style |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem