03 November 2015

Notes - T.B.Times / n.f. Brothers 11 / dead-alive/ Intro-Grandma

         Mid-morning. While the girls were out walking the beach you had a bowl of cereal and a banana and orange juice for breakfast as you were reading the Tampa Bay Times, one of the best newspapers in the United States from your perspective. - Amorella

         I like that it is non-profit and is an excellent newspaper besides.

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         Soon you will be off to Home Goods, a store about eleven miles away in St. Pete because the girls want to go shopping – simple as that, boy. – Amorella

         0946 hours. No problem. Shopping comes with the territory. I will take my trusty MacAir and use the keyboard and read and maybe write. Who knows? In any case, my mind will be on keel. The Gulf is blue-green this morning and calm like the Great Lakes can be -- a pleasant memory. 

         Post. - Amorella

         1324 hours. I completed the near final of Brothers 11. I like it. 


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The Brothers 11 © 2015 rho

         Robert and Richard are at the Taco Bell on Schrock Road for an afternoon snack. Both are sitting opposite of each other at their usual table. Robert had a steak burrito and water with lemon while Richard ate a chicken burrito with a diet Coke.
         While making sure his side of the table was clean, Richard asks, “What’s the book you brought?”
         Robert picks it up from the chair next to him. “It’s a book showing the art by Edward Hopper, 1882-1967 by Rolf Gunter Renner.”
         Richard’s eyes lit, “I think I have the same book somewhere upstairs or in the basement.”
         “To me, Hopper is an existential painter,” says Robert, “and I know your book is formatted in an existential theme, so I thought there might be a painting in here that would help me better visually better understand your Merlyn’s dreams.”
         Glancing through the book Richard smiles saying, “I like art books. They give me inspiration.”
         “Me too. In a recent poem I searched through old National 1Geographic’s for focus on a desert flower.”
         “A desert flower in the dead of an Ohio winter,” jokes Richard skimming the book from beginning to end. Richard stopped. “I like this painting best, the one titled Hotel Lobby. It is the only painting where someone is reading.”
Robert sits patiently then comments,  “That’s the one I thought you would choose. There is another painting titled “Chair Car” where a woman is also reading. Her hair is auburn. Still, it is a rather desolate setting."
“Is that good?”
“For me it is. I have already written my ideas on this.“
“Fair enough,” says Richard focusing on the painting of the auburn hair woman reading a magazine. She is sitting in a railway car on a light, olive green bench seat. The green theme permeates the railway car wall behind her and the sidewall with the window. A lamp sets on the wall to her right but is not turned on. The light is coming from beyond the painting in the upper right hand corner. There is a dark haired lady in red sitting on the opposite side. Richard observes the other Hopper painting. The woman in blue in the hotel lobby is as a framed still life. There is a woman in red opposing her also. A tall gentleman is standing near, perhaps ready to converse; perhaps he will move on silently. It reminds me of Sartre’s No Exit.

No Exit embodies a leaking existential setting of Hell. Neither Hopper or Sartre reflects the afterworld in your books though,” comments Robert, “Merlyn is dreaming the stories. Each chapter has Merlyn as the first card in hand and each segment is a separate card; always in order.”
“I hadn’t thought that,” replies Richard, “I thought Merlyn dreamed each segment automatically. I was thinking of the DNA double helix. The chapter segments binds the Living and the Dead like a double helix. “He pauses, “Human beings are dreamers. That’s a given human condition.”
Robert replies sarcastically, “Human primates groom. That is also a given human condition. So dead humans continue to groom and dream of themselves and others in a kind of death releasing fantasy world.”
Richard shrugs his shoulders, “Sounds reasonable to me. The Dead socialize and ask questions in the books so they have a social and intellectual consciousness that is a part of who they are.”
Robert laughs, “If that is the case, people spend the majority of their time between lines of importance. People talk about metaphysics meaning the spiritual; but in the really long run of human consciousness. You are dead a lot longer than you are living. Here’s my point, “Edward Hopper appears to show he is conscious when he paints.”
Richard shakes his head affirmative and says, “That he does.”
“Hopper is very deliberate.”
“I agree,” responds Richard. “In Merlyn’s dreams, time is noted by length of sentences and paragraphs and space is noted by the space between words and paragraphs.” He comments, “You want metaphysics, this reminds me of a quote by William Blake.”
Robert suddenly reflects his brother’s smile, “What’s the quote?”
Both read the Bible day and night. But thou readist black when I read white.”
Robert chuckles, “Metaphysics at Taco Bell.”
Richard laughs, “I forgot where I am.”
           Robert laughs because his brother laughs and supposedly for no other reason. 

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           Post. - Amorella


         Carol and Linda are back from their second walk on the sand and you completed your forty some minutes of exercises and are feeling better for it. – Amorella

         1611 hours. At least I am doing something physical while we are at the beach. It is too hot for me to venture out and exercise (the sand is not stable or flat enough for me to walk on arthritically with any high degree of confidence) and though we might have gone to the pool later we are not because Bill and Jean are coming for supper sometime within the hour.  

         Now what, you are thinking – do I begin work on Grandma’s Story or Diplomatic Pouch and save The Dead for last or switch around by flipping a coin or two? – Amorella

         1623 hours. Thanks for reminding me to add: “leaking” to “embodies a[n ][leaking] existential setting of Hell”. It makes sense with ‘There’s a Hole in the Bucket” chapter heading. Being dead in Merlyn is like being alive on Earth, only being dead is clearer and more focused on being more fully human (or not). I find a great deal of humor in the concept.

         I, the Amorella, also find the situation humorous especially because you find it humorous.

         Being both Dead and Alive has a common sense to it. I don’t think most people are not aware of how dead they are, not that there is anything wrong with not being aware of it, at least not consciously. Life is more interesting if one is aware – the issue is a black or white one, no question about it and it heightens what life is, at least to me. It makes no difference if one is lying in bed or walking down the street, one doesn’t have to be driving a race car at 180 miles an hour to feel the experience.

         Post. - Amorella

         You five had a good supper at the Daiquiri Shack on Gulf B. Linda then picked up her belongings and drove home with Bill and Jean. She will return on Thursday for the day and on Friday morning you are having breakfast at Frida’s with Linda and Bill after Bill stops by the St. Pete Vet’s Hospital for his weekly medicine. – Amorella

         2131 hours. I have decided that the most reasonable chapter eleven segment to begin next is Grandma’s Story with 4390 words in two stories to reduce to 800 words or less, i.e. no more than 400 words for each.

         You’ll appreciate my help on this one, boy. Let’s get started. – Amorella

         2135 hours. That wasn’t my thought, however, I will work on the preliminaries. Grandma A begins with 2712 words and Grandma B begins with 1687 words. There is an Introduction of 1300 some words to the first story.

         Reduce this Introduction to fifty words. - Amorella


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