See them file out from their methods of travel in the golden hour of the prairie. See them emerge from the corn like children of the fields in the search for a place to start a fire. They had been looking for grounds all afternoon. They know from years of living such a life that which they necessitate. An animal called human making a house out of a forest. Disarranging that which was organized by a force ambivalent to them to suit them. Chopping the wood and boiling the water. Hunting and killing and preparing food to eat according to their will. On their way to the place they looked for farms to rob.
See them arrange themselves according to hierarchy around the fire. See the food shared along the lines of alliances between them. So called friendship sustains them in times of lean and binds them in infighting against one another in times of plenty.
One of the hierarchies denotes rank by degrees of deception. Two of the group bigger liars than the others. Their place in the group anchored by the woman who always plays the lead. They sailed on the same ship with her and he sisters to the east coast and made their way with her across the country into the southwest corner of it. The clowns have never said an honest word. One fat and the other old and thin. They pass a smoked sausage between them.
A young girl in the business of entertaining the troupe of actors. Her skill with lyric and rhyme a practiced effort to distract. She is accompanied by a young boy on the guitar. The boys hands precise, his mind thoroughly occupied. They are encouraged by the old and the very young. The lead actress and others of her age sit in silence. A vein of dissent runs through the actors of marrying age.
The old jester claps his hands. His beak casts a shadow across his face. His eyebrows make everything he says humorous. His fat partner's face aglow in the light of the flame. A gaping crescent where his teeth once were.
He smiles a toothless smile and has never been heard to speak a word except in the absence of the other clown. His partner older and very thin. His eyebrows thick and high on his forehead. His beak casts a shadow on half his face. His face
two clowns came on same boat as lead actress and her sisters
the group robs richards granparents with skirts and chickens etc.
richard and joe corner them. they are sisters of the actress.
they have sex with joe to be released. joe follows hem back to the camp. lives with the camp for a few days. has romance with the actress. comes back to dead father.
words exchanged over a fire. inconsequential ideas of rhythm and lyqic fill their heads that distract them from the circumstance of their lives. men who never said an honest word in their lives. the story of their lives started out as too shameful to admit and never ended up any place different. in the telling of stories they forget their secrets. They do not look in the eye of anyone who doesnt believe their yarn and thusly is weaved the fabric of relations of the band of actors. doesnt hold their yarn
See the band of actors file out from their methods of travel and shelter in the orange evening. See them search for a suitable location and arrange a fire. They share food and affections according to alliances. their seating places dictated by the flow of trust among the group
____ lyric and rhyme occupy their minds against the circumstances of their lives. In the deep orange magic hour of the american southwest, adults at play as innocent children in the prairie. Innocent game of
the young and the old
Different types of liars in the group distinguished by degrees of deception. Two clowns in particular never said an honest word in their lives.
Book three.
In the faces of the people in the street human maladies and psychic diseases.
Betrayed souls. Out of hatred for whom do they become
Hatred for those who betrayed them diseases their souls.
Their souls diseased by hatred for those who betrayed them.
the actress with the boy: carry ___ on my tongue to you. are you ready?
The band of actors live like gypsies. See them filing out of their methods of travel and shelter in the orange magic our of the prairie. Their faces, which in their vocation play witness to imagined , now evoking the simple and honest relief at having found a suitable location. The necessities of a camp ground they know from the experience of living such a life: wood for a fire, shrubbery tall enough to hide them from the owners of the property, a source of water, and a farm to rob. Face aglow in the flame of the fire. The face of one jolly and round, a dark crescent where his teeth once were. His partner's beak a shadow across his face, he claps his hands to the rhythm of a boy playing his guitar. A young girl occupied with the business of entertaining the band. Her older sister, the lead actress, solemn in the shadows out of range of the fire. A vein of dissent runs through those of marrying age.
The band of otherwise wayward misfits and vagabonds bound together by the proclivity for telling lies. Among their ranks lifelong actors, men fallen on hard times, and truly strange vagabonds forced into such a life by irremediable flaws of character, the nature of which is not expected of you to understand. Men whose stories began in circumstances too shameful to admit and never got any place better. In the invention of myth, tragedy and betrayal were put aside, and in the retelling of it, the forbidden truth was forgotten.
____ lyric and rhyme occupy their minds against the circumstances of their lives. In the deep orange magic hour of the american southwest, adults at play as innocent children in the prairie. Innocent game of
the young and the old
Different types of liars in the group distinguished by degrees of deception. Two clowns in particular never said an honest word in their lives.
Book three.
In the faces of the people in the street human maladies and psychic diseases.
Betrayed souls. Out of hatred for whom do they become
Hatred for those who betrayed them diseases their souls.
Their souls diseased by hatred for those who betrayed them.
the actress with the boy: carry ___ on my tongue to you. are you ready?
The band of actors live like gypsies. See them filing out of their methods of travel and shelter in the orange magic our of the prairie. Their faces, which in their vocation play witness to imagined , now evoking the simple and honest relief at having found a suitable location. The necessities of a camp ground they know from the experience of living such a life: wood for a fire, shrubbery tall enough to hide them from the owners of the property, a source of water, and a farm to rob. Face aglow in the flame of the fire. The face of one jolly and round, a dark crescent where his teeth once were. His partner's beak a shadow across his face, he claps his hands to the rhythm of a boy playing his guitar. A young girl occupied with the business of entertaining the band. Her older sister, the lead actress, solemn in the shadows out of range of the fire. A vein of dissent runs through those of marrying age.
The band of otherwise wayward misfits and vagabonds bound together by the proclivity for telling lies. Among their ranks lifelong actors, men fallen on hard times, and truly strange vagabonds forced into such a life by irremediable flaws of character, the nature of which is not expected of you to understand. Men whose stories began in circumstances too shameful to admit and never got any place better. In the invention of myth, tragedy and betrayal were put aside, and in the retelling of it, the forbidden truth was forgotten.
