Sunday, June 3, 2012

Two Husbands'... Part 2, Chapter 20

 
A Glimmering Stasis Up Above

2 Husbands' strange graph trick

(In the Husbands’ office the ‘2 Can Do’ experiment continues)

BIGGY
We’re waiting until the rainbow banner
of figures drops.

SMALLY
Until the unfurling
and re-curling rainbow banner of numbers 
drops, collected into our bowls.

BIGGY trying to keep his coffee cup steady,
Handheld up
in a miraculous unease.

SMALLY
Because we cannot tell
what we’re going to do with them.

BIGGY
Or how we’re going to make use of their contents.

SMALLY
Two stupid questions! 
Questions of clumsy, spent unease.
Wasted, badly spent numbers;
just as good, dripping into our cups,
as old poured-out coffee.

BIGGY
We see a wide-open chart
that shows our uncertainty.

SMALLY
And it’s doing amazing things -
but not much for our benefit.

BIGGY
It has tropical magic
like smoke from burning skulls.

SMALLY
Well, it’s not machine-generated.
It seems like the breeze
on the curtains, waving them
and turning them silky;
bending them back and forth
revealing both sides - the in and the out
and all the light all up in between.

BIGGY
But the numbers are on them
and they’re unattached to the wall
and they’re being stretched and perpetuated
between our mugs!

SMALLY
Like fire breathing fire
between our cups.

BIGGY
Yeah, they’re stretching out like
    smoke damage
    from an unholy fire
creating heat vacuums;
sucking back and forth,
in and out of the coffee mugs
    in our hands.

SMALLY
Yet, they’re just pages
of ordinary numbers, not making money,
hovering above our poor, empty pens.
Our work!

BIGGY
Our future!

SMALLY
We’ve reached a glimmering stasis
up above.

(The Husbands’ '2 Can Do' experiment dies down and becomes extinguished)

 

The Witchdoctor’s Building

Witchdoctor with building goes to his cave

(Outside the Jungle Chieftain’s village the Witchdoctor is seen
carrying a familiar object)

NARRATOR
There is the building
in the Witchdoctor’s hands!

ONLOOKER
What will he do?
How has he found or made it?

NARRATOR
‘Prerogative’, I’m thinking...
Manifesting the building is his prerogative.
What ever that means?

ONLOOKER
Maybe, it means that it’s his prerogative
to be wandering off in his mind
    building the building,
holding it up in the air in his two hands,
    subjugating it, wishing upon it,
(gesturing)
over it - all over it - all around it -
above - below - underneath,
    wishing it best;
so that his Two Wives can get up there
    safely on the roof 
to meet their two husbands at last!?

NARRATOR breathlessly,
At last, yes, for the two Ladies
to get out of the jungle,
away from mites, frogs, bugs, et cetera,
to their lawful, wedded men;
    and to do up there,
    on the office-building roof,
all that they have been making out to do
    every where else -
all that they have ungainly substituted heretofore 
(by all those stunts, trips and falls that they’ve
been forced to do during their own Adventure).

So, I determine that the Two Wives
have been the silent, unwilling (maybe, at first)
and willing (now) partners of the Witchdoctor
ever since they left the Ship’s Captain on the sea.

ONLOOKER
Yeah. At first, they were scared of him
until he saved them from a large snake, like a python,
who could have eaten them, since they were so small.
Then, they plotted with this Witchdoctor
(and against him at times, trying to steal his powers)
to find a way to escape from the jungle village
back to their two husbands.
This he, omnisciently, didn’t mind.
And, now, more or less, will let them do, if he can.

NARRATOR
And, now, he has constructed a rare, raw structure,
tallish, with five and twenty windows.
And this is their husband’s office tower
in an easy size of shrunken dimensions.

ONLOOKER
Witchdoctors are so good at doing this;
at shrinking things!

Witchdoctor contemplates 2 Husbands' office building


(End of Chapter 20)

Monday, May 28, 2012

Two Husbands'... Part 2, Chapter 19


Two Cans Are Shared

Two Husbands across the table from each other

BIGGY
We’re sharing our mugs!

SMALLY
I know.

BIGGY as the numbers go to and fro into their glasses or cans,
What’s this got to do with anything?

SMALLY
It has to do with filling up.

BIGGY
And sharing.
A fantastic miracle!

SMALLY
But useless for math, isn’t it?

BIGGY
I don’t know? What does it mean?

SMALLY
It means we’re just using all the numbers up
until they are gone.

BIGGY
Settling in to our cups
and dried.

SMALLY
And dusty.

BIGGY
Like dried mushrooms.

SMALLY
Like old math book mould
that shaves off
and litters my bed as I read!

BIGGY
Once they are like this,
what do we do?

SMALLY
Forget about numbers!
Think again hopefully of our wives.

BIGGY
And get out of the office!

NARRATOR perplexed,
We want to know what two cans are worth?

ONLOOKER
But with numbers filling them both up - not just one or the other!


Two Husbands Across The Table
From Each Other Hold Steady

Two Husbands in the office!

NARRATOR
Two Husbands across the table
from each other dreaming
with their mugs in hand.
As if the coffee fritters would adjust them
to some other world other than abject failure
    and despondency
toward goals finished and beyond;
toward working out their silly city puzzles
with the answers to be always kept to themselves
until some roach got it out of them.

It’s as if the number train rainbow wreck
didn’t exist. It just stands still
and pilfers them; reducing them to abjectives,
poor despondents, in their office.

Yet, (sigh) here they are surprised...

SMALLY
Our coffee cups are willing
and needing to be sharing
in all the graph’s wisdom yearnings
pokering down into our bowls.
Lucky, we drank all that blackening brew.
Now that it’s gone the numbers all fit in.

BIGGY
Is that good?

SMALLY
We’ll see.

BIGGY
The graph seems to solidify liquid
or gas up above our conference table.
And the numbers keep appearing in...

SMALLY
Showing in...

BIGGY
Back and forth, flowing in!
And we avoid the wastebasket, don’t we?

SMALLY
Like a painted snake the numbers
flow in and there’s nothing we can do.

BIGGY
There’s something pouring
in and out, back and forth,
around and about, backwards and forwards,
    in and out,
    pulsating broadly
    like a radio wave,
from our graphs above.

SMALLY
Coming down, plopping;
landing like a cube of sugar
in our cups.

BIGGY
Contracting intensely into
    a loose filler
that bends and bows to either side;
layering and whipping over to your cup.

SMALLY
My can!

BIGGY
And communicating what? Nothing?

SMALLY
But look what it can do;
look at what it’s doing for us!

BIGGY
What? What is it doing? Swiveling, glaring,
broasting above our useless table?
We can’t be certain to formulate anything
    about it down.
We can’t even control it.
Our numbers are not our own anymore.

(The phenomena intensifies)

They are turning about above our table
and flaringly flaunting all restrictions.

SMALLY
They’re turning back and forth
on their glimmering graph sheet.

BIGGY
And popping out
and diving into our cups.

SMALLY
And dissolving there
without sound.

BIGGY
Or hope! to be heard, to be added up,
to be profited from in any way!

SMALLY
To be successfully combined for our benefit.

BIGGY
You and I, brother, are just sharing them
without being able to stop it - all the time.
See our cans?

SMALLY
Yeah, we’re just sharing
but we’re not individually profiting.
No, we’re just mixed up;
looking back and forth
as the wavy snake skin of graph numbers
    fills and refills itself
    within our mugs
    above the table.

BIGGY
What can we do?

SMALLY
Hold steady.
Something unusual and unexpected
is bound to come of it.

(Later, the Two Husbands with nothing to do,
muse about coffee and numbers)

BIGGY
Sparkling black-stained dust.
Numbers left over in a coffee mug;
dried up and willing to go
up to the heavens.

SMALLY
Brown taste (coffee beans)
into black thought  (numbers).

BIGGY
Brown, black,
oily, wet or dry,
it all comes from the jungle!

SMALLY
Yeah, from the numbers pool,
some where in the jungle,
filled up with oil or tar
or any such thing.

BIGGY
With blackening gasses,
that thick penetrate
to the surface of our minds!

SMALLY
No, up to the surface of the earth
to be found under stones and rocks
by mathematical geniuses and put up
on walls as measurements with charts
and graphs and cross-hatches  and pokers.
I mean, pointers.

SMALLY
And there are lecture boxes, lecterns and stools.
And all classes of ‘studentias’ grouping together
    year after year,
    century after century;
grouping and looking and learning
    and applying the maxims
and the rote customs of rules and numbers.
And now, in 2010, you and I are destroying them all!
Figuring them all out of the box
(by various bio-physics and so on)
BACK INTO OUR COFFEE MUGS!

BIGGY
Yeah, where they’re canceling each other out.

SMALLY
Or waiting to be all dried out.
Some things do that.


(End of Chapter 19)