Paralipsis

I’m preparing for the end times. I forgot to say that. Cigarettes are the same as greenhouse gases or forest fires. I should quit smoking first. Then the forest fires will stop. I know I’m leaving out stuff on purpose. I’m thinking of all the times that I was put to shame by others.

Empires

Croatoa isn’t an empire. I wish it were but empires are always selfish. I want to be an empire of myself but then I don’t think I’d get to Croatoa. Croatoans are probably not like  that and don’t care whether I’m self absorbed or not or if I have delusions of grandeur. Maybe they just like the company of someone and wait for them to speak and tell their story.

I wouldn’t fit in if I could get there. I like to talk too much. I have all kinds of ideas spinning around in my head and if anyone gives me a chance to talk then I verbally vomit all over them. That’s a universal truth. No one likes being puked on.

I have an inflated sense of self bordering on narcissism except for the part where I hate myself. I’ve never actually puked on anyone aside from myself. That’s probably wrong but my memory is foggy.

There were times in the woods in the dead of winter as a child. I was thinkiong about it today. It was silly. It was kids making up a story. No one was in charge of it. We just chased after a stick in the snow until everyone got tired and went home. I always had the soggiest feet because I’d wade into the creek after the stick. I thought everyone hated me the most. I’m sure no one did. It was only in my head.

I puked after seeing the northern lights one time laying on my back in the deep of summer. The entire sky lit up for hours. It wasn’t an alien attack. It was really wondrous. The next day we all read in the paper that NASA conducted an experiment and put dust in the atmosphere to cause the sky to light up.

That’s when I decided I didn’t like empires and likely why I puked. I wasn’t even an alcoholic then I was just a kid.

 

 

Nobody likes Croatoans

Croatoans are abnormal. They don’t like communicating with the outside world. Misunderstood is an understatement. I don’t want to talk to anyone anymore. I just want to be Croatoan.

There are people that live outside of Croatoa that think that everyone in Croatoa is lazy. They don’t like to work and they’re useless.

I don’t want to live in an institutional place like the people outside of Croatoa would have. I’m sorry that I ever told anyone about Croatoa or Croatoans or the Croatan National Forest where I’d like to live. But there are people coming to get me. That’s the threat. I’m supposed to go live in a place with a bed and  a bunch of people that want to examine why I’m so obsessed with Croatoa and break me of that.

I don’t think that’s right.

Slum lords

I’m not sure they want me to stay here. They might know I’m going to Croatan. After the tree fell on my house during the storms was when I decided. There is a lot of timber on my front lawn from cutting it down. Whenever my friend drops me off at home I make her take some. Where she lives there’s a woodburning stove for heat.

I saw her today at breakfast with my other friend. I can’t pay. Croatoans don’t pay anything. They don’t have any money so they abolished money. Nobody had any anyway. I’m not really a Croatoan I’m just poor. My friends fought over who pays. It makes me think they’re not Croatoans after all. I wanted to pay I just have no money. I didn’t want to pretend like I did. I’m not better at being a Croatoan for that.

We go to a place near the hospital for breakfast. One guy is older and his wife has cancer. He talks to us and back slaps us and says hi. He has the same name as me and he’s a character. It makes me think he’s a Croatoan too. He’s probably just a nice guy.

I want our breakfast place to be an outpost on the edge of Croatoa. I’m trying to recruit all the wait staff and bussers and cooks to my side. Maybe we can plant a flag or put it on the kid menu. A maze with the end being Croatoa. The nurses from the hospital go there after they get off  the late shift and drink in the morning. They can be our medical crew.

I have my own sandwhich there. I like that they know and I just say can I have my sandwhich today. When I leave for Croatoa I’ll miss that place. The truth is I’m stuck in this rathole till the roof caves in and Croatoa isn’t real.

 

Drunken Croatoa

I’m not drunk. I should be. I’m trying to get drunk and have a vision of Croatoa. It’s worked before. Maybe this time it will. Croatoans didn’t drink because they didn’t know it until the Europeans showed up. They probably take a drink now and again if any are left. I think white people showed up in Croatoa drunk. They were happy they found Croatoa  or sad because they lived their whole life before in another place or angry Croatoa was nicer than where they lived. The Croatoans noticed. They moved and found another swamp. There was always a white guy behind them saying wait up.

I shouldn’t drink. My friend told me that Croatoans die of liver disease and everyone else dies of lung cancer. I’m going to die from both. It’s not true but he had a point. He didn’t say Croatoans but I know what he meant. We both lived in the surburbs growing up on the edge of a city that abutted a reservation. There was a line that we never crossed even though he had family there.

I’m not saying Croatoans are Native Americans or the First Nations of people on this continent. The Croatoans were and are but I don’t think they made it that far. I grew up a long way from Croatan.

We used to go to Mac’s together. We stepped over drunks to get in. At least until someone called the cops. We were just kids and didn’t know why. We just went there to get magazines and candy and sneak cigarettes. There was a rumor that the drunks drank household cleaning products. When I was older they put that stuff behind the counter so no one would steal it.

I remember one day there was a standoff on the news and I had wandered across the line. I didn’t know about it till the next day. I walked onto the reservation and there were police in flak jackets with rifles and helmets. Some guy had his wife and children and a gun. The cops let me keep walking and barely acknowledged me. I wasn’t a Croatoan but I had passed for one even then. Or maybe I was just a kid and they didn’t care.

 

 

 

 

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Rosie is Croatoan

Rosie’s Book List:

The Books In My Life By Henry Miller. Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn and any of Henry Miller’s works especially Letters to Anais Nin

The works of Richard Brautigan especially In Watermelon Sugar and Troutfishing in America

The complete works of Kurt Vonnegut. Cat’s Cradle is my favorite. His anti war essays are great too.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy and any of Douglas Adams works- Last Chance To See is one of my personal favorites. The author travels to different remote parts of the world and sees the world’s most endangered species. It’s a great travelogue. Also Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency Series

The writings of French post modern philosopher Jean Baudrilliard especially Simultaions and America

Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser

U.S.A. and Manhattan Transfer by John Dos Passos

The Horatio Hornblower Series by C.S. Forester

The works of Noam Chomsky especially New American Mandarins

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and The Madness of Crowds by Charles McKay

Steal This Book! By Abby Hoffmann and anything else he’s written

The works of M.Scott Peck especially The Road Less Travelled

Soul on Ice by Eldridge Cleaver

Bolo Bolo by P.M.

On Having No Head: Zen and the Rediscovery of the Obvious by Douglas Harding

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig

PiKHAL: A Chemical Love Story by Alexander Shulgin

Negroes With Guns by Robert F. Williams

Cock and Bull by Will Self

The works of J.G. Ballard especially High Rise, The Empire of the Sun and Crash

Herself Surprised, To Be A Pilgrim and The Horse’s Mouth by Joyce Cary

The works of Robertson Davies especially Whats Bred In The Bone but he has several trilogies that are worthy reads The Salterton Trilogy is my favorite

The works of P.D. James If you like Crime Serials my favorite is The Children of Men

The essays of Gore Vidal as well as his fiction.  Live From Golgotha is a particular fun read

Dancing Wu Li Masters: An Overview of the New Physics by Gary Zukav

The Complete Works of James Joyce

A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake: Unlocking James Joyce’s Masterwork by Joseph Campbell and Henry Morton Robinson

Joyce’s Book of The Dark: Finnegan’s Wake by John Bishop

A People’s History of The United States of America by Howard Zinn. He was a personal hero of mine and when he died a couple of years back I cried. Read anything by him.

The works of Tom Robbins for a fun read- My favorite of his he wrote under a pseudonym. It’s called Fuck, Yes!: A Guide to the Happy Acceptance of Everything by Wing F. Ding

Anything by Timothy Findley. My favorite of his is Not Wanted On The Voyage. It’s a retelling of the Noah’s Ark story from the perspective of his cat.

Germinal by Emile Zola

The works of Truman Capote especially Other Voices, Other Rooms and Music For Chameleons

Nomadology: The War Machine by Gilles Deleuze and Felix Gauttari any of their other collaborative works

The Three Pillars of Zen by Philip Kapleau

Ten Days That Shook The World by John Reed. Reds is the movie depiction of his life directed by Warren Beatty and well worth setting aside an evening to watch.

White Niggers of America by Pierre Vallieres is a history of the French in North America and considered by most to be propaganda for the FLQ(Front de Liberation du Quebec)

Perfume by Patrick Suskind is one of my most favorite novels of all time

The Book of the SubGenius : The Sacred Teachings of J.R. ‘Bob’ Dobbs by J.R. Dobbs, The Subgenius Foundation and The Reverend Ivan Stang

The works of Barbara Kingsolver especially Animal Dreams and The Poisonwood Bible

What Would Jesus Buy?: Fabulous Prayers in the Face of the Shopocalypse by The Reverend Billy Talen

The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff

The Annotated Alice: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass by Martin Gardner

The works of Gertude Stein especially The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas. How to Write is my favorite of hers

The works of Martin Amis. My two favorites are Time’s Arrow and The Information

Lucky Jim and Everyday Drinking by Kingsley Amis. Kingsley Amis is Martin Amis’ father that is probably more reknowned than the son but I prefer the work of the son.

The complete works of Thomas Pynchon. Gravity’s Rainbow is timeless classic and my recent favorite of his is Mason & Dixon

The Upanashads

The works of Ram Dass. Be Here Now is his opus but my favorite is Grist For The Mill

The works of C.S.Lewis. The Screwtape Letters is my favorite. It’s the correspondence between a junior demon to his uncle, a senior disciple of Lucifer.

Timber Wars by Judi Bari

Redwood Uprising: From One Big Union to Earth First! and the Bombing of Judi Bari by Steve Ongerth

McLibel: Burger Culture on Trial by John Vidal

Silent Spring by Rachel Carsen

The works of Salman Rushdie especially Satanic Verses and Midnight’s Children. Imaginary Homelands is his recent book of essays about his time living in hiding under the Ayatollah’s Fatwa.

DO IT! Scenarios of the Revolution by Jerry Rubin

Complete Book of Yoga Karma Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Raja Yoga, Jnana Yoga by Sri Vivekananda or any of his other works. He is the man that introduced Yoga to America in the Late 1800’s

The works of Carlos Castaneda. The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge is his most well known book.

Douglas Coupland wrote Generation X, the novel that coined the term. He’s Canadian and brilliant. My favorite of his is probably The Gum Thief. Polaroids From The Dead is another great one of his as well.

The complete works of Patrick Conroy especially The Prince of Tides. I stole the Cream-of-Mushroom Soup-sympathy-puker trick from a scene in his book The Great Santini

The complete works of Anthony Burgess. Clockwork Orange is his most famous work of course but his other works are very moody and evocative and highly underrated in my opinion. 1985, Earthly Powers, The Enderby Series- for some reason I’ve probably read almost every one of his books. Napoleon Symphony is my favorite

The works of Kahlil Gibran. Surely you’ve read The Prophet. Love Letters: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran to May Ziadah is a particular favorite of mine

The entire works of Oliver Sacks. If I had one recommendation personally tailored to you this is the author. I don’t know particularly why I just have a certainty that you’d enjoy it and that it would appeal to the scientist in you. My two favorites are The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat and An Anthropologist On Mars.

The Adventures of Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi. The original that was disguised as children’s story but really was meant as an allegory for the state of Italian politics and society in the late 1800’s

The works of Albert Camus. L’estranger is one of the books that made me want to write a novel and The Plague is my favorite

Our Stolen Future: Are We Threatening Our Own Fertility, Intelligence, and Survival?-A Scientific Detective Story by Theo Colburn; Dumanoski, Dianne; Myers, John Peterson Colborn

First & Last Emperors: The Absolute State and the Body of the Despot by Kenneth Dean and Brian Massumi

Tristram Shandy: The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Stern. The story is told from the end of the eponymous protagonist’s life and culminates with the character’s birth

Raymond Carver is my favorite author if you forced me to pick. His poetry is lesser known but that’s the work of his that truly touches me. He’s known for his short stories however and I used to want to fashion his prose writing into my own. All Of Us: The Collected Poems is one of my very favorite books to own. As far as his short story work goes; I love Will You Please Be Quiet Please? and What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. Those are my favorite collections of his stories. Birdman that starred Michael Keaton won Best Picture at the Academy Awards a few years ago and is based on Raymond Carver short stories. Several of his works have been translated to film. His widow Tess Gallagher writes poetry and her book Moon Crossing Bridge makes me cry to read because Raymond Carver was my friend too before he died and I feel the pain of his loss with her. My favorite poem of his is:

The Minuet

Bright mornings.
Days when I want so much I want nothing.
Just this life, and no more. Still,
I hope no one comes along.
But if someone does, I hope it’s her.
The one with the little diamond stars
at the toes of her shoes.
The girl I saw dance the minuet.
That antique dance.
The minuet. She danced that
the way it should be danced.
And the way she wanted.

The works of Tom Wolfe especially The Bonfire of The Vanities, Man in Full, The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test and The Right Stuff

Bells in Winter by Czeslaw Milosz. He was a Polish Dissident. This is one of my favorite of his poems:

At a Certain Age

We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind
Was too busy visiting sea after sea.
We did not succeed in interesting the animals.
Dogs, disappointed, expected an order,
A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep.
A person seemingly very close
Did not care to hear of things long past.
Conversations with friends over vodka or coffee
Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom.
It would be humiliating to pay by the hour
A man with a diploma, just for listening.
Churches. Perhaps churches. But to confess there what?
That we used to see ourselves as handsome and noble
Yet later in our place an ugly toad
Half-opens its thick eyelid
And one sees clearly: “That’s me.”

I was trying to impress rosie with this list and convince her I could take care of her if she came to Croatoa with me.

Recipes

One of my friends is a chef. He’s not a Croatoan. He doesn’t know anyone from  anywhere near there. All his people live around here. None of them have ever lived near there that I’m aware. He might be Croatoan anyway.  He’s fond of rice.

I hate to tell him that he doesn’t know anything about the food in Croatoa. I don’t either except rice and a big pot over a fire. He cooks like that all time. Maybe he would come to Croatoa with me and we could learn how to be Croatoan together. He has a family so he’d have to bring them. Honestly they deserve to get to Croatoa more than I do. I’d cook for them if they would come with me. I’d do the dishes.

There’s unnamed exotic species of plants in Croatoa. Bugs and varmints that you can eat. Berries surely. All kinds of things. It’s not just a swamp. There’s a swamp not far from here. It’s part of the migration route for a flock of Canada Geese They put a bunch of graves on top of it back in the 17th and 18th century. Now it’s a historical place. If Croatoans were there once they’re never coming back. It has a chili cook-off and an apple festival every year now.

I want to make authentic Croatoan food and put the apple festival out of business. I’ll just put up a sign bigger than theirs.