PART 2
THE JUNGLE WITCHDOCTOR
AND HIS INFLUENCE
Chapter 17
A Graph Sheet Gone Mad!
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| Graph sheet gone mad! |
(Time passes a bit slowly in the Two Husbands’ offices
until something new and strange begins to occur again)
SMALLY
Graph sheet gone mad!
Graph table gone mad!
unexpectedly bursting out
with our number checking.
BIGGY
But they’re trying to hang in there
inside their bars and square rooms
but not making it!
SMALLY
They’re bending, slippery in a hard way -
the way numbers bend and crack
like hard toffee - turning thin-sheeted and brittle.
But still black. And wasted.
BIGGY
The way the numbers are overlapping you
must not be totally pleasant?
SMALLY
Yes, the figure sheet on the table is unruly.
The words escape me
to describe its un-waywardness.
BIGGY
You mean, its un-uprightness
wayward over you!
SMALLY
Its whipping and bending up
leading to a foul distortion!
BIGGY
The fixed numbers on the sheet
are flaring, contrasting, over-whippled;
even blending a little,
as they are bent over each other in black.
SMALLY
It feels like they are whittling down, shredding;
chopped in together like piece-meal dust
slowly forming an obstruse pile somewhere
in the tummy!
BIGGY
You don’t want them there!
(In a few moments the numbers calm down
and the Husbands are relieved)
NARRATOR
It looked like the chart leaped up
and twisted around like a live fish
(a bass or a carp or salmon trout)
right out of cold, running water
and into his face; slapping him
seven times,
as its so-called pages
twisted around.
But, really, it is only one graph sheet,
proliferating with all the known numbers
and their combinations, that he’s working on.
ONLOOKER
And he’s worked so much with them
that they’ve become part of him
and he is projecting them out.
NARRATOR
His sheet is flipping and flapping
and bending about, not in control;
out of willfulness un-charged,
dancing around
so that all his figurings and concentration
tumble together
into a noodle soup, black-stirred with numbers -
their pieces and chunks
carousing, bobbing in!
The ‘Two Can Do’ Experiment
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| '2 Can Do' experiment |
(Now the numbers of the Husbands’ graph are going back and forth between two cans in their hands)
NARRATOR noticing the new phenomena
in the Two Husbands’ offices,
The ‘Two Can Do’ experiment,
what is it pouring?
BIGGY
Of what use is it pouring out into -
into and into and back into - our cans
in our ‘Two Cans’ experiment?
SMALLY
Don’t spill!
BIGGY
While it bulges here
it flows less there.
SMALLY
But fits in.
To the bottomless pit.
BIGGY
Yeah, into the bottomless pit,
sinking ever farther into oblivion.
SMALLY
Stored away.
BIGGY
Canned up.
But powerful?
SMALLY
Maybe not?
Maybe it’s just an old shelf-worn
spaghetti sauce?
BIGGY
Not fit for whose appetite?
SMALLY
Nobody’s!
2 Husbands 2 cans!
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| Two Husbands two cans |
(The Two Husbands are pouring the contents of their breakfast mugs -
the numbers from the graph - back and forth to each other across the room)
NARRATOR
Two Husbands, two cans
equaling, equalizing, pouring.
ONLOOKER
Equalizing and pouring
the contents of the two cans,
we would surmise?
SMALLY
The extreme,
detectable contents are noticeable.
They are all the numbers
(all the numbers on the graph sheets
that are just barely holding up).
They’re passing by, almost in a kind of blur.
BIGGY
Back and forth,
into cans or mugs of good fortune,
the breakfast drinks to power the brain
are emptied now; used up to gather steam -
the steam of numbers that steams up on the graph
(which streams over, to and fro, in an endless flow
back and forth!).
ONLOOKER
The two men are gathering up all the
numbers’ steam into their cups or cans
All this I can tell but what is the outcome really?
NARRATOR
It is unforeseen. I can’t imagine?
If the balancing of the glasses, the mugs,
the cups, the two cans
is correctly managed and handled,
then all those steam-shoveled numbers
are collected together;
for a party confetti explosion!
perhaps, to celebrate the coming together
of the Two Husbands and their two wives!
today, tomorrow or... But really is this unnecessary?
ONLOOKER
Are the Two Husbands holding up
two cans of defeat or morning mugs of play?
Note to Reader: Leading up to these recent events in the Two Husbands’ offices, the Two Wives have been relaxing in feather-lined coconut shells in the Jungle Chieftain’s village in the South Pacific. They have spoken to the Chieftain (wisely, as he fancies them both) of their true marriages back home and of their desire to see their husbands again. The Chieftain has found a striking-looking local Witchdoctor to look after their needs; which this Witchdoctor has already bravely done by rescuing them from a large python-like snake.
Grateful for this deed of loyalty, the Wives have begun to trust the Witchdoctor completely; and they have enlisted his support in finding them a definitive way to see their two husbands again. They have even offered him the use of El Sultam’s strong German Formulas; which he has been significantly testing out in the jungle the last few days.
We ask: Are these tests unnervingly affecting the Two Husbands’ work efforts long-distance somehow? Does the Witchdoctor even know about what numbers do?
(End of Chapter 17)
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