Walker Percy's Mentalist Prose
“Not in a thousand years could I explain it to Uncle Jules, but it is no small thing for me to make a trip, travel hundreds of miles across the country by night to a strange place and come out where there is a different smell in the air and people have a different way of sticking themselves into the world. It is a small thing to him, but not me...
“Me, it is my fortune and misfortune to know how the spirit presence of a strange place can enrich a man or rob a man, but never leave him alone, how if a man travels lightly to a hundred strange cities and cares nothing for the risks he takes, he may find himself No one and Nowhere.”
- The Moviegoer (1961)
title of this post borrowed from The Cannanes's utterly undetestable Beautiful Name (words D. Nichols)
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The orderer and the maker ....
.. ..
There were choclateteirs near by
A shop ran by two Asian ladies
One making the drinks
The other the orderer So I asked the maker
before I spoke to the orderer
For a glass to have some water and
She hated me asking her that
whilst she poured froth in a glass and
I hated her for me thinking that she hated me
.. ..
Waiting on my chocolate thing
I saw the maker look at me again
Having by then spoken to the orderer
I stood awkwardly in the corner
Because I didn’t know what else to do
.. ..
So I sat
At an empty table for 4
Out of the makers view
.. ..
Just then 4 people came to the door
Looking for a seat and the maker
Came up from behind the steaming machine
saw me and saw the people at the door
Then the people at the door leaving
And the maker looked again at me
with what I perceived as great unwarranted hatered
.. ..
the orderer called my order but
at the same time the maker
put a latte on the counter as well
which the orderer had seen
because I saw it in her eyes
she knew it could be confusing
and I picked up the wrong cup
and the maker said with great scorn
.. ..
“what are you doing”
.. ..
But the orderer knew and
had seen what happened and gestured
to the maker to go make
as she handed me my chocolate thing
Sean! how a chocolatier couldn't love you is anybody's guess. Remember the soup fuckers? They still masturbatory with their metaphysics? Ah, those were the days.
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