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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

IT WAS DARK AS A COAL ROOM WITH THE CHUTE SHUT AND THE DOOR BANGED CLOSED------------------------------------------- HANK STUMBLES DOWN TOWARDS THE FLATLANDS AS THE DEVIL BEASTS HOOT AND WATCH


TALES OF WAIT-A-BIT            (Part 5)
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1/
        Hank waits til his  dugout-foxhole  room-mate
falls asleep over his desk once more,
The bastard snores like a chain saw... no... louder with
whistles and roars, abrupt snorts and coughs, then long
silences.....
Hank the reporter listens so carefully he almost starts
scribbling notes again – instead he writes a sentence more
slowly: 
 
IT WAS DARK AS A COAL ROOM WITH THE CHUTE
SHUT, AND THE DOOR BANGED CLOSED
--- 
        HANK couldn`t see the fingers in front of his face,
could hardly find his nose to feel it...  He closed his jacket and
got ready to leave the enlarged foxhole. Frank Wilcox and
his dead Uncle Henry called it home.They still hadn`t found
Uncle Henry`s body.
        Hank still couldn`t believe, after the plane dropped
him off, that no plane would return there
for three months!  He still almost had a tantrum every
time he thought of being "trapped here in this
god-forsaken hell-hole for ninety days!"
         He couldn`t stand the silence.  The
silence really pissed him off. He shouted and screamed
and kicked things. He discovered he quite liked
howling and screaming...You couldn`t
scream and howl in New york City.  Despite this
one benefit, he thought:"I gave up my job
at the New York Times for this!"
         " SHIT!"
          Even now, after being here nine days -
which seemed like half a year - he still got the
screaming meemees, and he had to kick out
in all directions and grind his teeth. He would
like to have run someplace, but the Mackenzie
River is 17,000 miles long. And Wait-A-Bit
was not at the semi-civilized end of the
river. 
         You can get the screaming meemees
anywhere. People often get them in the
tropics, when the moon is moving to the
full.
         You can get the screaming
meamees in jail.
          "I gotta get out of here! This is
WORSE than jail!" Hank shouts, gasping for
breath in panic.

            If Artie or Mayor caught him having
of one his shouting, kicking and
dancing tantrums.... they both laughed
so hard they`d end up rolling in the
dirt and howling. The Mayor`d kick his legs up
in the air when he laughed, which only seemed
to make Hank more furious
           They laughed because they knew exactly
what Hank was going through... and this
just made more of a riot, since they`d experienced
it themselves.
           Everyone in Wait-A-Bit would have
a screaming fit, every once in a while -
all sixteen of them had gone through severe
panic - every couple of months.
            "Maybe it`s the unending silence,
when it`s not fly season, I mean. There
are no distractions here whatsoever."
            Frank the Mayor nodded his head
in agreement, then spat some tobacco
into the sand. The ants would like find
some use for it, "When you`re right,
you`re right," he said.
             "Let`s go see how the shine is
holding up. And maybe we`d
make a list of possible entertainments."
              Artie never needed encouragement 
to the cool dark space in his bar. The two
men went inside. They poured two drinks
of overproof and pineapple juice, each, down their
throats...They started thinking of things
for the list of Fun Things To Do.

The list started like this:
(1) Drink our shine;
(2) Howl at the moon;
(3) Watch the Devil Beasts
         and form strategies;
(4) Make bets on who flips out
          next.
(5) Visit Matilda`s caravan.                               (That`s a start).

            


        When the day turned to night, Hank,
the reporter from Maryland got ready to sneak
off out of the decimated village and walk
downhill the 3 or 4 hundred yards to the
lowlands by the big river....

He`d been told there were still a number 

of town boats turned over up down by river and chained

together “although the chain`s bout rusted out,. So they say, “
Frank   had said more than one time:

       “ Nobody goes down near the river at night
since we lost the heavy ammo... You need 50 calibre and  bigger
 guns to shoot the beasts when they gather and approach in
a crowd. "
      " If there`s any more `n one I wouldn`t try to shoot `em with my 303."
2/


         Frank pats the bulge under his right arm,
where he keeps his sawed off old Lee Enfield
under his grey tattered raincoat.

        " If Six or seven of the bastards are coming at us
we want the heavy barrelled
guns which our drunk pilot (`Flyboy`) burnt and bent, 
destroyed and twisted out of all recognition...by the heat
of the blast.  Just one 2000 pound
bomb will do that....And he landed what?Five?  Can you put
five in one cruise missile? Or do you just
drop em? He used enough,anyway, to clear the whole downtown
area to rubble, small pebbles and fine sand...
 Frank said.

"To bend a heavy gun barrel like that! Boggles the mind!
Fucks me right up when I think about it....
Being left up river here  defenceless like 20 lovesick virgins...
with only peashooters to defend our   virgin
assholes.... With those Devils smelling out our weakness.
We haven`t shot one of them in six months.
Half a mile riverwards, and  hard with the thought of
snouting us....They`re thinking of making a raid."

 Frank Wilcox mumbling into his
over-proof shine gleaming in a tin cup,
gleaming just like his crazy,sadistic eyes ---
If you look real close at him. You can see he`s not just
crazed and sadistic; he`s terrified...


3/

"What the hell did you just say?" Frank mumbles to himself
in a croak and a whisper... shuddering and chuckling with
dreamland frights and delights.....He`s asleep again.

HANK SNEAKS OVER TO THE DOOR, TIP-TOEING PAST
FRANK`S MACHINE GUN SNORE, CUTS OPEN the tarp
stretched taut and tied over the door hole --- With the tarp gone,
it looks just like the entrance to a tunnel.

He slices the cords open, slips past the tarp into the night...... lets the tarp waft closed again... doesn`t strap it back down,,,, kinda inconsiderate....

    HE FIGURES his movements are unseen, He`s sneaking off  down the Main Lane,,, not really hearing the whistles and high-pitched hoots, growling chuckles and low rough guffaws of the Wolverine “Devil Beasts” watching him stumble down the road to the flats below...
    The creatures whom the Indians call the Devil may or not be smarter than men – but the Inuit and the First Nations people who have lived with them for thousands of years, they think they are. They`re sure the Beasts know what the humans are thinking. Whether or not the wolverine is smarter than man, well, 
that`s not completely decided; the jury is still out on that.

One thing is certain, though, the ones rolling in the mud laughing 
so hard at Hank as he descended  right into their dens
  those weasels that night were smarter than this man.
                                                                                                                                                               
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TRACKING A WOLVERINE AND OTHER STRANGENESS

            

 *When you track a wolverine, he`s been know to circle around behind you and track you.
  When he`s eaten his fill, he will bury the food but first he will piss all over it....and
his scent is almost as bad as that of a skunk.  When he fights a bear, he goes right
for the balls. Since he`s faster and lower than a bear, he will often chase a bear
away from it`s kill. He`l break into a solitary trapper`s cabin, eat all his food
and ruin the rest and decimate the place, tearing everything up.  You
get back to your cabin and your pillows are torn up; your long underwear is
in shreds, your blankets and your winter coat are torn
in half.  And the place reeks... from the friendly fellow pissing everywhere.
        Dangerous as the wolverine can be, he`s never been known
to laugh out loud at human folly. As far as I know, also, he`s never been
known to hide in your bed or behind your door and jump you and
 penetrate you as soon you show up and your eyes have not yet
adjusted to the dark.
          But you never can tell.These are stories about the bush.
And myths are born in the bush, because strange things happen there.
I`ve seen stranger stuff than the wolverine - king of the weasel
family - having sex with a human
          I won`t tell you these things all at once, because you`ll think
I`m crazy. So I`ll slip these singular events into my stories one
by one, so you don`t write me off.
            ALSO, this is a story about the bush, like a campfire
story, or a fishing story. Exaggeration has been known to
enter into these kinds of stories all the time.

                          IT`S GOOD TO REMEMBER WE LIVE IN
THE MIDST OF INEXPLICABLE MYSTERY
ALL THE TIME.
            
              We live on a rock that`s travelling something like
eighteen thousand miles a second through space.
              The sub-atomic world is a not just different than
we imagined it to be; it`s perhaps stranger than we CAN imagine


It`s a seething whirl of infinitesimal particles and
charges that now  appears at times
to be conscious!
            Consciousness can be encountered in
places no one expects to find it.
              I have encountered consciousness
in places that school and science insisted
consciousness could not possible be.
              But what does our science know about
what is possible. 

            Let me ask you a question. If
there mysteriously appears to be consciousness
in the microcosm, is it not possible
there is consciousness in the macrocosm, also?
              If you spend long enough  in the bush
watching the water, and watching the birds
(as they watch you), and watching the skies...
 And if you have no radio, phone or T.V.,
you will be surprised at what you may see.
               For one thing, your telepathic
abilities increase dramatically.
               You know when someone is going
to visit you, long before they appear.
                And other forms of consciousness
may well approach you.

                 One of my favourite mystics
discussed  in the School For Mystics
is Meister Eckhart.  He said: 
                
       "THE EYE WITH WHICH I SEE GOD IS THE SAME EYE
         WITH WHICH GOD SEES ME."  

This is what I`m getting at... this is what you might 
start seeing in the bush.


            

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