Surfing-With-Whales presses send.
......
Unni reads the email, on her smart phone.
Who's it from? asks Louis-Claude.
No one, says Unni.
She taps out a reply.
On the bus to Melbourne. Meet us at the ferry terminal tomorrow. I'll pay.
.....
Fuck, says Surfing-With-Whales. How do I get to Melbourne? And who's us?
.....
Belle et Bonne comes back with fresh macarons, and takeaway coffees.
Arthur takes two macarons.
Sweezus takes three. There were six in the box, that leaves one.
Macaron? asks Sweezus indicating the leftover to Marx.
Thank you, says Marx. Good to see you believe in a classless society.
Steps are heard on the staircase.
Gaius comes in, followed by Rosamunda, and Terence.
Ah! Not too late! says Gaius. Well met, Arthur.
Well met, Arthur, echoes Rosamunda, though it sounds rather different when she says it.
Arthur is cornered. But so what. He swallows the first macaron, and bites down on the other.
Terence! says Sweezus.
Grandpa! cries Terence.
What? says Sweezus.
But Terence is looking at Marx.
It's the beard, says Marx. I'm not your grandpa.
Yes, says Terence. You are.
Who is this little fellow? asks Marx.
Who do I look like? asks Terence.
You look like a young savage, says Marx. In those feathers.
Yeah, says Sweezus. Feathers. Where'd they come from? You know I hate birds.
Rosamunda, says Terence.
Rosamunda bows in a theatrical fashion.
I don't like them as much as I used to, says Terence. Owls especially.
Marx looks puzzled.
Long story, says Sweezus. He's a version.... a younger representation...... he shouldn't actually be here ... it's ontologically impossible.
That is obvious, says Marx. So you have the same grandpa?
GOD! cries Terence. You ought to know! Can I kiss you? On the kneebone?
No! cries Marx. I am not GOD. Just a genius.
Clever and mean, mutters Terence.
While this is happening, Gaius is talking to Arthur.
Tasmania, says Gaius. Just a short trip. I assume you'll be happy to come?
We've been there already, says Arthur.
Not to this part, says Gaius.
Arthur looks at Rosamunda, who shrugs. Tasmania is Tasmania.
It's Dismal Swamp! says Gaius, as though this is a draw card.
It is, to Arthur.
But this is the first Rosamunda has heard of it.
Dismal Swamp! It sounds like the PITS!
Friday, November 7, 2014
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Karl Marx Forced To Eat Broken Biscuits
How amusing. A case of mistaken identity.
Marx has discovered his error. It happened like this.
Enter Belle et Bonne with a box of French macarons.
Belle et Bonne (dropping the macaron box): Surfing-With-Whales! What are you doing here?
Surfing-With-Whales: Hi Belle! Waiting for Sweezus and Arthur. Want me to pick up the biscuits?
Belle et Bonne: They're macarons, not biscuits.
Marx: And HE's not who I thought he was either.
Belle et Bonne: Who did you think he was?
Marx: A worker.
Surfing-With-Whales: Is that why you asked me for a fiver?
Belle et Bonne: Mr Marx!
Marx: Calm down. It's an opening gambit. I like to examine the situation of the workers. Their working conditions.
Belle et Bonne: We have good working conditions. As you see. French macarons. And free access to the means of production.
(She indicates the computer)
Surfing-With-Whales: Mind if I use it?
Belle et Bonne: You? Yes I do.
........
Five minutes later.
Marx and Surfing-With-Whales have eaten the broken macarons. Pity to waste them.
Marx is explaining the concept of surplus value to Surfing-With-Whales
Ultimately, says Marx, it's why capitalism is bound to fail.
I know it, says Surfing-With-Whales.
.......
They're here, says Belle et Bonne, popping her head round the door.
She comes in, followed by Sweezus and Arthur.
Karl Marx, this is Sweezus, the one who'll be doing your interview, says Belle et Bonne. And this is his friend, Arthur. You may have heard of him. Arthur Rimbaud.
The father of socialism inclines his head graciously.
Cool, says Sweezus. Let's get this thing started.
Hold on, says Belle et Bonne. Let's observe the niceties. Would you like coffee, and fresh macarons?
Yeah, thanks, Belle, says Sweezus. Thought I could smell 'em.
That's the broken ones, says Surfing-With-Whales. We had to eat them.
Belle tosses her head and goes out to buy fresh macarons.
........
Arthur hadn't expected to meet Surfing-With-Whales in the office.
Did you leave my board back at mum's? asks Surfing-With-Whales. All right was it?
It was perfect, says Arthur.
Indeed, it was, till it floated away.
You don't happen to have any surplus funds do you, says Surfing-With-Whales. I need to get to Melbourne.
I heard about that, says Arthur. I thought Unni was paying.
She never said, says Surfing-With-Whales.
She's always got money, says Arthur. Why not ask her?
Surfing-With-Whales thinks: Yeah, she's always got money. And she wants me. Why not access the means of production?
He sits down at the office computer to write an email.
Marx has discovered his error. It happened like this.
Enter Belle et Bonne with a box of French macarons.
Belle et Bonne (dropping the macaron box): Surfing-With-Whales! What are you doing here?
Surfing-With-Whales: Hi Belle! Waiting for Sweezus and Arthur. Want me to pick up the biscuits?
Belle et Bonne: They're macarons, not biscuits.
Marx: And HE's not who I thought he was either.
Belle et Bonne: Who did you think he was?
Marx: A worker.
Surfing-With-Whales: Is that why you asked me for a fiver?
Belle et Bonne: Mr Marx!
Marx: Calm down. It's an opening gambit. I like to examine the situation of the workers. Their working conditions.
Belle et Bonne: We have good working conditions. As you see. French macarons. And free access to the means of production.
(She indicates the computer)
Surfing-With-Whales: Mind if I use it?
Belle et Bonne: You? Yes I do.
........
Five minutes later.
Marx and Surfing-With-Whales have eaten the broken macarons. Pity to waste them.
Marx is explaining the concept of surplus value to Surfing-With-Whales
Ultimately, says Marx, it's why capitalism is bound to fail.
I know it, says Surfing-With-Whales.
.......
They're here, says Belle et Bonne, popping her head round the door.
She comes in, followed by Sweezus and Arthur.
Karl Marx, this is Sweezus, the one who'll be doing your interview, says Belle et Bonne. And this is his friend, Arthur. You may have heard of him. Arthur Rimbaud.
The father of socialism inclines his head graciously.
Cool, says Sweezus. Let's get this thing started.
Hold on, says Belle et Bonne. Let's observe the niceties. Would you like coffee, and fresh macarons?
Yeah, thanks, Belle, says Sweezus. Thought I could smell 'em.
That's the broken ones, says Surfing-With-Whales. We had to eat them.
Belle tosses her head and goes out to buy fresh macarons.
........
Arthur hadn't expected to meet Surfing-With-Whales in the office.
Did you leave my board back at mum's? asks Surfing-With-Whales. All right was it?
It was perfect, says Arthur.
Indeed, it was, till it floated away.
You don't happen to have any surplus funds do you, says Surfing-With-Whales. I need to get to Melbourne.
I heard about that, says Arthur. I thought Unni was paying.
She never said, says Surfing-With-Whales.
She's always got money, says Arthur. Why not ask her?
Surfing-With-Whales thinks: Yeah, she's always got money. And she wants me. Why not access the means of production?
He sits down at the office computer to write an email.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
If You Can't Be With The One You Love
Unni and Louis-Charles de Freycinet have caught the train into Sydney.
Young woman with lobster. Lobster in sailor's attire.
No one bats an eyelid.
It's not like she's wearing a burka.
Have a sandwich, says Unni.
Don't mind if I do, says her unrequited admirer.
She hands him a cheese sandwich.
Lobsters like bread and cheese.
Thank you, Rose, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet.
I'm not Rose, says Unni.
I keep forgetting, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet, chewing his sandwich.
.....
Surfing-With-Whales has reached Adelaide.
He calls his mum.
Mum, says Surfing-With-Whales, can I use your credit card?
No dear, says Lauren. It's full. Don't you have any money?
No, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Tell you what dear, says Lauren. Sweezus and Arthur'll be there shortly. And Sweezus has a job on.
Coolio, says Surfing-With-Whales.
He heads straight for the office.
......
Sweezus and Arthur are on the Southern Veloway, heading out of Old Reynella.
Cycling side by side, in the sunshine, talking money.
Soon as I've finished, says Sweezus, we'll both get new surfboards, and go back down the coast till the Tour Down Under.
How much will you get? enquires Arthur.
Heaps, says Sweezus. I get paid by the hour.
.........
Surfing-With-Whales finds the door open. He enters the Velosophy office, and sits down on a chair.
It's the desk chair, in front of the office computer.
A man enters.
Good day! says the man. Shall we begin? I don't like to waste time.
Me either, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Ask me anything, says the man.
What about? says Surfing-With-Whales.
The materialist conception of history, says the man.
( Yes, it is Karl Marx )
We did that at school, says Surfing-With-Whales. What's left to ask?
Don't suppose you could you lend me a fiver? says the father of socialism.
Young woman with lobster. Lobster in sailor's attire.
No one bats an eyelid.
It's not like she's wearing a burka.
Have a sandwich, says Unni.
Don't mind if I do, says her unrequited admirer.
She hands him a cheese sandwich.
Lobsters like bread and cheese.
Thank you, Rose, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet.
I'm not Rose, says Unni.
I keep forgetting, says Louis-Charles de Freycinet, chewing his sandwich.
.....
Surfing-With-Whales has reached Adelaide.
He calls his mum.
Mum, says Surfing-With-Whales, can I use your credit card?
No dear, says Lauren. It's full. Don't you have any money?
No, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Tell you what dear, says Lauren. Sweezus and Arthur'll be there shortly. And Sweezus has a job on.
Coolio, says Surfing-With-Whales.
He heads straight for the office.
......
Sweezus and Arthur are on the Southern Veloway, heading out of Old Reynella.
Cycling side by side, in the sunshine, talking money.
Soon as I've finished, says Sweezus, we'll both get new surfboards, and go back down the coast till the Tour Down Under.
How much will you get? enquires Arthur.
Heaps, says Sweezus. I get paid by the hour.
.........
Surfing-With-Whales finds the door open. He enters the Velosophy office, and sits down on a chair.
It's the desk chair, in front of the office computer.
A man enters.
Good day! says the man. Shall we begin? I don't like to waste time.
Me either, says Surfing-With-Whales.
Ask me anything, says the man.
What about? says Surfing-With-Whales.
The materialist conception of history, says the man.
( Yes, it is Karl Marx )
We did that at school, says Surfing-With-Whales. What's left to ask?
Don't suppose you could you lend me a fiver? says the father of socialism.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Marx (Not Marks) And A Surfboard
The marks? says Arthur, when Sweezus has ended his call to the office.
THE marks, says Sweezus. How freakin' awesome is that?
What for, marks? says Arthur, not really caring.
Not what for, WHO, says Sweezus. Oh yeah. Sorry. MARX! THE Karl Marx, not MARKS marks.
And? says Arthur.
Come on, says Sweezus. This'll be huge. I've got an assignment. Interview Marx for Velosophy.
For money? asks Arthur.
Perhaps he will get his new surfboard after all.
It's not a long story.
Arthur had a good surfboard and he lost it.
One morning it floated away.
Perhaps a shark ate it.
It belonged to Surfing-With-Whales, who doesn't know yet that it's happened.
Arthur wants a new one. A Modern Blackfish Tangerine long board. They cost five hundred and fifty five dollars.
Yeah, for money, says Sweezus. Let's go.
They grab their bikes and set off for the city.
The sea slaps and sizzles, the wind whips, the seagulls are sorry.
........
Gaius and Rosamunda stop off at Mrs Swales' house.
Hello Gaius! says Lauren. Long time no see! Who's your companion?
Rosamunda Secunda, says Rosamunda.
You remind me of someone, says Lauren Swales.
Moon Goddess Chang'e? says Rosamunda. On Chinese stamps?
No, not that, says Lauren. Pity you people have missed Bob, He's just left for the city.
( Eee! Bob! This is the embarassing real name of Surfing-With-Whales. You can't control mothers).
Time for a cuppa? asks Lauren.
Yes please, says Gaius, who is already feeling quite dry.
.........
They drink tea at the kitchen table.
I know! says Lauren.
What? asks Gaius.
Who she reminds me of, says Lauren. Arthur! In a feminine way of course. Are you related?
No, says Rosamunda. But I know him quite well.
Ah, says Lauren. I have this sixth sense, you see.
Don't we all, says Gaius.
No, says Lauren. Bob certainly doesn't.
Just then there's a knock on the door.
.........
Hi Mrs Swales, says Sweezus, Could you let Surfing-With-Whales know we're heading back to the city. I've got a job on.
Why yes, says Lauren Swales. Is Arthur with you?
No, says Sweezus. He's gone on ahead of me.
(Arthur is out on the road)
Aw, says Lauren. Well, you might see Bob, anyway. He's also headed for the city. He's going to Tassie with someone you know.
She winks, like the wrong sort of mother.
Who? asks Sweezus. Shit! I mean, sorry........ not Unni?
Yes, says Lauren, triumphant. Her boy has his old girlfriend back. Who knows what respectable outcomes may follow. A wedding?
Sweezus' thoughts are somewhat different.
What the fuck's Unni up to?
Gaius is here, with Rosamunda, says Lauren. Want to come in?
No time, says Sweezus. Say I said hi. See 'em later. In the city. Gotta go. Bye Mrs Swales.
He races back down the path to tell Arthur.
THE marks, says Sweezus. How freakin' awesome is that?
What for, marks? says Arthur, not really caring.
Not what for, WHO, says Sweezus. Oh yeah. Sorry. MARX! THE Karl Marx, not MARKS marks.
And? says Arthur.
Come on, says Sweezus. This'll be huge. I've got an assignment. Interview Marx for Velosophy.
For money? asks Arthur.
Perhaps he will get his new surfboard after all.
It's not a long story.
Arthur had a good surfboard and he lost it.
One morning it floated away.
Perhaps a shark ate it.
It belonged to Surfing-With-Whales, who doesn't know yet that it's happened.
Arthur wants a new one. A Modern Blackfish Tangerine long board. They cost five hundred and fifty five dollars.
Yeah, for money, says Sweezus. Let's go.
They grab their bikes and set off for the city.
The sea slaps and sizzles, the wind whips, the seagulls are sorry.
........
Gaius and Rosamunda stop off at Mrs Swales' house.
Hello Gaius! says Lauren. Long time no see! Who's your companion?
Rosamunda Secunda, says Rosamunda.
You remind me of someone, says Lauren Swales.
Moon Goddess Chang'e? says Rosamunda. On Chinese stamps?
No, not that, says Lauren. Pity you people have missed Bob, He's just left for the city.
( Eee! Bob! This is the embarassing real name of Surfing-With-Whales. You can't control mothers).
Time for a cuppa? asks Lauren.
Yes please, says Gaius, who is already feeling quite dry.
.........
They drink tea at the kitchen table.
I know! says Lauren.
What? asks Gaius.
Who she reminds me of, says Lauren. Arthur! In a feminine way of course. Are you related?
No, says Rosamunda. But I know him quite well.
Ah, says Lauren. I have this sixth sense, you see.
Don't we all, says Gaius.
No, says Lauren. Bob certainly doesn't.
Just then there's a knock on the door.
.........
Hi Mrs Swales, says Sweezus, Could you let Surfing-With-Whales know we're heading back to the city. I've got a job on.
Why yes, says Lauren Swales. Is Arthur with you?
No, says Sweezus. He's gone on ahead of me.
(Arthur is out on the road)
Aw, says Lauren. Well, you might see Bob, anyway. He's also headed for the city. He's going to Tassie with someone you know.
She winks, like the wrong sort of mother.
Who? asks Sweezus. Shit! I mean, sorry........ not Unni?
Yes, says Lauren, triumphant. Her boy has his old girlfriend back. Who knows what respectable outcomes may follow. A wedding?
Sweezus' thoughts are somewhat different.
What the fuck's Unni up to?
Gaius is here, with Rosamunda, says Lauren. Want to come in?
No time, says Sweezus. Say I said hi. See 'em later. In the city. Gotta go. Bye Mrs Swales.
He races back down the path to tell Arthur.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Natural Poisons And Marks
Gaius makes three mugs of tea. The tea looks blood-reddish.
Freud swallows a mouthful of tea.
Huaah! It tastes awful. Like carrots.
Gaius puts his mug down. So does Rosamunda.
They go back to making blue dye.
Crush, crush, pound, grind. Add water.
This is GREEN! says Rosamunda.
Chartreuse. Add the red seeds now, says Gaius.
But the red seeds have vanished.
Water! splutters Freud.
Rosamunda brings him some water.
Aghh ! cries Freud. THIS is green! You're poisoning me!
Calm is restored. An agreement is reached. No more careless accidents.
I have a blue somewhere, says Freud. In my ball box. You are welcome to use it.
Rosamunda finds Freud's blue in his ball box, while Gaius makes fresh mugs of tea.
Now we can think about leaving, says Gaius.
Katherine left me her car, says Rosamunda. Would you like a lift, Gaius? It would save us some time.
Excellent, says Gaius. We'll go home and pack.
For Tasmania? asks Freud.
Yes, says Gaius. Tasmania.
Funny, says Freud.
What's funny? asks Gaius.
That's where Surfing-With-Whales is going with Unni, says Freud. Perhaps you'll meet .....
WHAT? says Gaius. Surfing-With-Whales, and Unni? Jumping Jupiter! How do you know this?
Katherine and I met Lauren Swales, says Freud. We slept in her B and B. And we met Surfing-With-Whales. He'd been fishing.
You didn't happen to ask him about Arthur? says Gaius.
No, says Freud. But his mother said he'd been surfing with Sweezus and Arthur......
( This is the way we find out things in the real world, by tedious roundabout means.).
Carumba! says Gaius. You met Sweezus and Arthur!
Terence looks up.
( Carumba sounds Spanish. Or something like it. But that's not the reason.)
Rosamunda! says Gaius. We've not a moment to lose. We must find Surfing-With-Whales before he leaves for Tasmania.
Totally, agrees Rosamunda.
They load Gaius's bike into the boot of Katherine's car. First they take the front wheel off.
During which Terence sneaks out of the van and hides in the back seat.
He HAS to see Sweezus again.
Freud and Baby Pierre are the only ones left now, at Kuitpo, to run Pee Pee Pee at Po.
The core team, Green Flash and the Professor, just like before. Good luck, fellows.
.........
Sweezus and Arthur are at Middleton, observing the swell.
One and a half feet, pathetic.
They sit down on a sandhill.
Know what? I might head back to work, says Sweezus.
You're joking, says Arthur. Head back to work?
Nup, says Sweezus. Not joking. I could do with the money. Might call the office.
He takes his phone out. Calls the office.
Arthur thinks to himself: What about my new surfboard?
Arthur listens.
Sweezus says: Yep, yep, no kidding! THE Marks!
Freud swallows a mouthful of tea.
Huaah! It tastes awful. Like carrots.
Gaius puts his mug down. So does Rosamunda.
They go back to making blue dye.
Crush, crush, pound, grind. Add water.
This is GREEN! says Rosamunda.
Chartreuse. Add the red seeds now, says Gaius.
But the red seeds have vanished.
Water! splutters Freud.
Rosamunda brings him some water.
Aghh ! cries Freud. THIS is green! You're poisoning me!
Calm is restored. An agreement is reached. No more careless accidents.
I have a blue somewhere, says Freud. In my ball box. You are welcome to use it.
Rosamunda finds Freud's blue in his ball box, while Gaius makes fresh mugs of tea.
Now we can think about leaving, says Gaius.
Katherine left me her car, says Rosamunda. Would you like a lift, Gaius? It would save us some time.
Excellent, says Gaius. We'll go home and pack.
For Tasmania? asks Freud.
Yes, says Gaius. Tasmania.
Funny, says Freud.
What's funny? asks Gaius.
That's where Surfing-With-Whales is going with Unni, says Freud. Perhaps you'll meet .....
WHAT? says Gaius. Surfing-With-Whales, and Unni? Jumping Jupiter! How do you know this?
Katherine and I met Lauren Swales, says Freud. We slept in her B and B. And we met Surfing-With-Whales. He'd been fishing.
You didn't happen to ask him about Arthur? says Gaius.
No, says Freud. But his mother said he'd been surfing with Sweezus and Arthur......
( This is the way we find out things in the real world, by tedious roundabout means.).
Carumba! says Gaius. You met Sweezus and Arthur!
Terence looks up.
( Carumba sounds Spanish. Or something like it. But that's not the reason.)
Rosamunda! says Gaius. We've not a moment to lose. We must find Surfing-With-Whales before he leaves for Tasmania.
Totally, agrees Rosamunda.
They load Gaius's bike into the boot of Katherine's car. First they take the front wheel off.
During which Terence sneaks out of the van and hides in the back seat.
He HAS to see Sweezus again.
Freud and Baby Pierre are the only ones left now, at Kuitpo, to run Pee Pee Pee at Po.
The core team, Green Flash and the Professor, just like before. Good luck, fellows.
.........
Sweezus and Arthur are at Middleton, observing the swell.
One and a half feet, pathetic.
They sit down on a sandhill.
Know what? I might head back to work, says Sweezus.
You're joking, says Arthur. Head back to work?
Nup, says Sweezus. Not joking. I could do with the money. Might call the office.
He takes his phone out. Calls the office.
Arthur thinks to himself: What about my new surfboard?
Arthur listens.
Sweezus says: Yep, yep, no kidding! THE Marks!
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Going, Going, Blood Red Seeds
In Blaxland, Unni Moon is packing.
Louis-Claude de Freycinet sidles into the bedroom.
At last! says Louis-Claude de Freycinet. Are we going?
Yes, we are going, says Unni.
Where are you going? asks Pastor Moon, who is passing the bedroom.
Tassie, says Unni.
With HIM? asks Moon hopefully.
Yes dad, with him, says Unni.
Good, says her father.
He goes down the stairs feeling more light-hearted than usual.
At last he'll see the back of that lobster. No Christian should have to endure it.
.......
In Kuitpo, Kong Fu-Zi is riding around testing his ankle. His ankle feels fine.
The morning air is scented with wood ducks.
These beautiful days in Shandong
Make drunken my old mountain heart.
Is there a finer feeling than the feeling of feeling recovered?
You look happy, says Katherine.
.......
Freud is chatting with Terence and Baby Pierre, about last night's owl experience.
That owl was RUDE, says Terence. He scoffed at my shorts.
Probably a dream, says Freud. It means you don't like them.
Ha ha, says Baby Pierre.
And you? says Freud. What did you dream?
About victims, says Baby Pierre.
Come into the van, says Freud, and lie down on the couch. You need further analysis.
Ha ha, says Terence.
Katherine comes up.
Kong Fu-Zi and I are leaving, says Katherine. Will you tell Gaius and Rosamunda?
How will Rosamunda get back? says Freud, miffed that Katherine is leaving.
I'll leave her my car keys, says Katherine.
What! explodes Freud. How are you travelling?
On the back of the Platonic Ideal, says Katherine. Piggy fashion.
Katherine, says Freud, there is no such thing as piggy fashion. You have made a revealing slip.
What should it be then? asks Katherine.
Never mind, says Freud.
He can't remember. Is it..... doggy fashion? No that's not right either.
.......
Gaius and Rosamunda return with a basket of flowers.
So pretty. Daucus carota. Wild carrot.
White flowers on a stem, with a single blood red seed in the middle.
Now to harvest and crush them, and make a blue dye, for the sketchbook.
......
They enter the van.
Freud is lying on the couch. Terence and Baby Pierre are rubbing his tummy, low down.
Freud sits up quickly.
They've gone, says Freud. Kong and Katherine. She left you the keys, Rosamunda.
Have you got a bowl? asks Gaius. And something to crush blood red seeds with.
Rosamunda jabs him with her elbow.
Cup of tea first, says Gaius, becoming aware that something other than avoidance is needed.
Louis-Claude de Freycinet sidles into the bedroom.
At last! says Louis-Claude de Freycinet. Are we going?
Yes, we are going, says Unni.
Where are you going? asks Pastor Moon, who is passing the bedroom.
Tassie, says Unni.
With HIM? asks Moon hopefully.
Yes dad, with him, says Unni.
Good, says her father.
He goes down the stairs feeling more light-hearted than usual.
At last he'll see the back of that lobster. No Christian should have to endure it.
.......
In Kuitpo, Kong Fu-Zi is riding around testing his ankle. His ankle feels fine.
The morning air is scented with wood ducks.
These beautiful days in Shandong
Make drunken my old mountain heart.
Is there a finer feeling than the feeling of feeling recovered?
You look happy, says Katherine.
.......
Freud is chatting with Terence and Baby Pierre, about last night's owl experience.
That owl was RUDE, says Terence. He scoffed at my shorts.
Probably a dream, says Freud. It means you don't like them.
Ha ha, says Baby Pierre.
And you? says Freud. What did you dream?
About victims, says Baby Pierre.
Come into the van, says Freud, and lie down on the couch. You need further analysis.
Ha ha, says Terence.
Katherine comes up.
Kong Fu-Zi and I are leaving, says Katherine. Will you tell Gaius and Rosamunda?
How will Rosamunda get back? says Freud, miffed that Katherine is leaving.
I'll leave her my car keys, says Katherine.
What! explodes Freud. How are you travelling?
On the back of the Platonic Ideal, says Katherine. Piggy fashion.
Katherine, says Freud, there is no such thing as piggy fashion. You have made a revealing slip.
What should it be then? asks Katherine.
Never mind, says Freud.
He can't remember. Is it..... doggy fashion? No that's not right either.
.......
Gaius and Rosamunda return with a basket of flowers.
So pretty. Daucus carota. Wild carrot.
White flowers on a stem, with a single blood red seed in the middle.
Now to harvest and crush them, and make a blue dye, for the sketchbook.
......
They enter the van.
Freud is lying on the couch. Terence and Baby Pierre are rubbing his tummy, low down.
Freud sits up quickly.
They've gone, says Freud. Kong and Katherine. She left you the keys, Rosamunda.
Have you got a bowl? asks Gaius. And something to crush blood red seeds with.
Rosamunda jabs him with her elbow.
Cup of tea first, says Gaius, becoming aware that something other than avoidance is needed.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
No Doubt The Universe Is Unfolding As It Should
Dawn.
Surfing-With-Whales finds a note in the kitchen.
Don't go into your room!
He lies down on the couch, and thinks about Unni.
A bit later.
Hello dear, says Mrs Swales. Sorry about that. We have guests here. People you know.
Katherine emerges from the guest room, wearing his mother's pyjamas.
Freud emerges from Surfing-With-Whales's bedroom, wearing his second best boardies.
Just think, says Ms Swales. They must have passed us on the jetty.
Your mother has been very kind, says Freud, rubbing his nose.
Surfing-With-Whales looks sour for some reason.
Huh-hi, mumbles Surfing-With-Whales.
He goes to the fridge and takes out a plate of cold pizza. He chews on a slice, disconsolately, having picked off the olives.
Mrs Swales bustles around making coffee, and opening a large box of Weetbix.
Don't forget your phone call, says Mrs Swales.
Can I go in the bedroom? asks Surfing-With-Whales.
Certainly, says Freud. It's your bedroom. And I assure you, I haven't pried into a thing.
Surfing-With-Whales disappears into the bedroom.
He's very sensitive, says Mrs Swales. His business is failing. No one wants to go surfing with whales in the season when there aren't any whales in the area.
That is understandable, says Katherine. Had he not thought of that, Lauren?
Perhaps I can help him, says Freud.
He'll be alright, says Lauren. He's got his friends.
Would that be Arthur and Sweezus? asks Katherine.
That's them, says Lauren. His friends. They've all been surfing together. Would you like some Weetbix? They're the new gluten free ones.
Goodness! says Katherine. Gluten free wheat, the things they come up with.
Do you have any honey? asks Freud.
And so the conversation steers away from Arthur and Sweezus, and where they might be, to a discussion on the benefits of honey compared to cane sugar............
Surfing-With-Whales emerges from the bedroom, a huge grin on his face.
What's up? asks his mum.
Goin' to Tassie, he says. With my old girlfriend Unni.
How lovely, says Lauren Swales.
..........
You'll never guess who we met down at Noarlunga, says Katherine.
Who? asks Gaius.
Surfing-With-Whales, says Katherine. And you'll never guess where he's going.
You must tell me later, says Gaius. Rosamunda and I are off to look for Queen Anne's Lace, or daucus carota. The seed produces a natural blue dye, which we need for tinting our sketches of blue native orchids.
Suit yourself, says Katherine. Wheres Kong Fu-Zi?
Here! says Kong Fu-Zi, riding up behind her on the Platonic Ideal.
Looks like his ankle is better.
Surfing-With-Whales finds a note in the kitchen.
Don't go into your room!
He lies down on the couch, and thinks about Unni.
A bit later.
Hello dear, says Mrs Swales. Sorry about that. We have guests here. People you know.
Katherine emerges from the guest room, wearing his mother's pyjamas.
Freud emerges from Surfing-With-Whales's bedroom, wearing his second best boardies.
Just think, says Ms Swales. They must have passed us on the jetty.
Your mother has been very kind, says Freud, rubbing his nose.
Surfing-With-Whales looks sour for some reason.
Huh-hi, mumbles Surfing-With-Whales.
He goes to the fridge and takes out a plate of cold pizza. He chews on a slice, disconsolately, having picked off the olives.
Mrs Swales bustles around making coffee, and opening a large box of Weetbix.
Don't forget your phone call, says Mrs Swales.
Can I go in the bedroom? asks Surfing-With-Whales.
Certainly, says Freud. It's your bedroom. And I assure you, I haven't pried into a thing.
Surfing-With-Whales disappears into the bedroom.
He's very sensitive, says Mrs Swales. His business is failing. No one wants to go surfing with whales in the season when there aren't any whales in the area.
That is understandable, says Katherine. Had he not thought of that, Lauren?
Perhaps I can help him, says Freud.
He'll be alright, says Lauren. He's got his friends.
Would that be Arthur and Sweezus? asks Katherine.
That's them, says Lauren. His friends. They've all been surfing together. Would you like some Weetbix? They're the new gluten free ones.
Goodness! says Katherine. Gluten free wheat, the things they come up with.
Do you have any honey? asks Freud.
And so the conversation steers away from Arthur and Sweezus, and where they might be, to a discussion on the benefits of honey compared to cane sugar............
Surfing-With-Whales emerges from the bedroom, a huge grin on his face.
What's up? asks his mum.
Goin' to Tassie, he says. With my old girlfriend Unni.
How lovely, says Lauren Swales.
..........
You'll never guess who we met down at Noarlunga, says Katherine.
Who? asks Gaius.
Surfing-With-Whales, says Katherine. And you'll never guess where he's going.
You must tell me later, says Gaius. Rosamunda and I are off to look for Queen Anne's Lace, or daucus carota. The seed produces a natural blue dye, which we need for tinting our sketches of blue native orchids.
Suit yourself, says Katherine. Wheres Kong Fu-Zi?
Here! says Kong Fu-Zi, riding up behind her on the Platonic Ideal.
Looks like his ankle is better.
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