There was a bible and books about the lives of the saints. We watched Joseph Campbell on public television. I was mesmerized and had a book also, a biography, called, A Fire in the Mind. In between sessions a lady would appear amidst telephones and talk without pause.
Public television relies on your support my dear friend. And we cannot bring you these wonderful programs that are seen nowhere else, without your support.
We are relying on you and your kind and generous donation.
The old man never said anything most of the time, but one time he spoke about the woman...
Boy she can taaaaaallllk. She can talk allllll the time. EEEeeeee.......
And he had a great way, because his tone did not condemn or praise her, though if a judge had to decide it would be more of an indictment than not I suppose.
Boy she can taaaaalllk.
And the woman talked and then Joseph Campbell talked and the man tuned out and the world was quiet, strangely quiet those afternoons even for all that talking.
Modernity would never get us.
This I knew if nothing else. I and the old man were cut from a bit of the same cloth.
The apple cider was bitter and waited in cupboards for someone to become ill.
I liked it better than the world.
I continued to watch and watch and watch that old television that was more of a place to place aloe vera plants on than anything really.
When Campbell was done, I noticed that the old man had fallen asleep. I put a thick blanket over his arms and chest in order to keep him from catching a chill. He had a condition and was in his ninety second year.
I pressed the off button before the yappy broad could reappear.
Then I sat staring at the plants and the silence they made.
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This is beautiful. An odd contrast between still and lively, that works on several levels for me. The oddly formal voice that suddenly winks with "yappy broad." *
I'm not sure how this line works, but I like it very much:
"He had a condition and was in his ninety second year."
Maybe it's non specificity... maybe the gauzy tone... the aloe? I don't know... It's cool beans though.
There's magic here, the real kind.
This really casts a spell. My favorite line among many is the last: "Then I sat staring at the plants and the silence they made." Such a quirky way to end. *
This moved inside me and will touch me again, I think. Especially this line, "Well, we sat there in long afternoons. He with not much to do because he was old now. Me with not much to do because I was wayward, a lost soul."
Thank you Brian, too, for reading and commenting on "Sin."
I really love this. All the details cocooning this deep connection between them. Wonderful, and so original... :)
thanks Mathew, Steven, Carol, Tina, Nonnie, and Deborah.
Very happy about the ending sentence. Ahh......