Sunday, August 30, 2009

plate no. 17



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I have a book on my shelf entitled "Forensic Taphonomy" that details for me all kinds of postmortem changes that dead human beings can be subjected to. It shows me what happens when a body is left underwater for a few hours, a day, a few days, a week, a month, a year. It shows different effects of predation. It shows the effects of heat, moisture, dryness. Acid baths, chopping up, smashing to bits, etc.

It shows a photograph of a retarded man who covered his entire head in duct tape and suffocated. He had done it a number of times. It was an obsession with him.

I have a book of wax models of a dead woman with a fetus inside her. You can take out the organs, the womb, the dead wax baby. It is Italian, from the 17th century. La Specola museum, something like that.

I keep a copy of Gray's Anatomy, too.

I have a book of murder scenes and different wound patterns from gunshots, knives, ice picks, hammers, baseball bats, fire, poisons, acids, machetes and axes, etc. Strangulations of differing types.

I refer to it often.



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It has been so hot here. Over a hundred the last two days. So last night we slept in the lair, out in the backyard.

Under the three-quarter moon. Among the chirping crickets and occasional sirens and gravel trucks passing by on Main street.

Avec le bulldog.

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Last night I made hummus and a chilled shrimp, kalamata, tomato salad, and a chilled cucumber, feta cheese, greek yogurt salad and these crazy spice-rubbed bacon-wrapped broiled scallops.

A cold, cold bottle of Justin chardonnay.

And for after, home-made lemon sorbet.


I ate myself sick and had to lie down.




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Today the heat wave has broken and we walked along the cliffs over the ocean in rolling fog and cold, tangy salt air. We held hands and talked quietly, as is our way. I rambled on and on about the nature of reality, the impossibility of moral action, the heat death of the universe.

She smiled quietly to herself.


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Now I gotta make us some lunch.



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The dead continue their dirt naps.


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6 Comments:

Blogger dottie kee bones said...

i hope i can read this blog for a long, long, long time.

1:28 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

That is a very nice thing to say and you have made my day.

I hope you can read this damn blog foreverandever.


yrs-

tearful

7:34 PM  
Blogger 21k said...

Oh my god.
It is nearing dusk. Tonight I will sleep out. Bless the stars and people like you.

You hit me in the gut man. I have to celebrate the other part and remember.
And like Dottie says, I wanna be here reading for a long time.

7:56 PM  
Blogger T. Clear said...

Ditto.

8:13 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

I am in yr debt.

5:32 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I've seen that La Specola book. I've spent some time with it. A friend of mine who used to be a surgeon and switched to being a veterinarian had it and loaned it to me for doing life drawings. It's fucking amazing. It's a book I'd buy myself in a heart beat. Thanks for reminding me of it, and how joyous it makes me feel to spend some time here looking at your amazing art [heart]

yours,
Rebecca


wv: chant
(!!)

5:32 PM  

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