-- See, Donny? Daddy's not mad, he just wanted his penny back ... for the recorded remonstrance he listened to through to the end before lowering his eyes from that hostile spectacle of growth to dial again, and raise them again to his wife out there scrubbing her sari with water from the garden hose squatted like some Gangetic laundress, number stare fixed on the remotely male privilege of the hunt as it prospered, here, past frilled ironwork make of aluminum to appear new and new lengths of post and rail treated to appear old, in the form of Bast near a gallop behind prey in a heedless trot moe secure, with each step, in the protective drab of black patterned on gray, frayed, knotted, an unshorn in other details, as the intervals between bayberry keeping mown distance form mimosa alerted by Insurance, Chiropodist, This desirable property For Sale, God Answer's Prayer, gave way to depths of locust long stunted in internecine struggle now grappling with woodbine, and the sidewalk itself finally disappeared under grass at the designated site by God's grace of an edifice for worship by the people of Primitive Baptist Church on a sign about to be reclaimed by the undergrowth.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
JR - pg. 57
Labels: William Gaddis
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