still tues 30 sept 08
this morning when i wrote i was in greenfield. now i'm in turners falls. my pro-
tection is funnier, and more fun, in turners. besides, i can't bear the streets of
greenfield for very long.
the moment i die, they must all find someone else to abuse.
here's some more yeats. he's just too good. besides, i stole his word at least
once in this blog, spelling it wrong, so i owe it to him to put up the poem. any-
way, a little sidebar first. the word for island is inis, pronounced inish. yeats'
poem has a variant of this word (innis), which ought rightly to also be pro-
nounced, inish. and another little sidebar. in the same language, an "eshleen"
is a vision or a fairy dream. "eshleen" is spelled, however, aisling. so, the poem:
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, and a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping so.
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
w.b.yeats
the moment i die, THEY can all die too, for all i care.
so the folk of turners falls and greenfield have somehow been convinced by
law enforcement both large and small that if they give me a place to sleep, or
walk with me, or sit with me, or give me a short ride, or do anything at all to
this illegal wormhood easier for me, either they or i or all of us will be shot.
it's all a lot of well-spread disinformation, but almost everyone has fallen for
it. almost no one will associate with me. and i myself have disrpoven this
bullshit MANY times by TRYING to get shot, and always failing. nor have any
of the few people who DEFY this disinformation been shot. the protection
works. there is nothing to fear from casual association. but the FBI has
decreed that my suffering shall be total and complete. PLEASE REMEMBER
THAT I AM THE VICTIM WITH THE CONTRACT ON MY LIFE. I HAVE COM-
MITTED NO CRIMES. and yet i must suffer non-stop for seven months, and i
must be punished when i step out of line, and my rooms and bags must be
searched without warrants, and my rooms BUGGED without warrants, and
my phones tapped without warrants. please remember that turning me into
bait without my informed consent was illegal. please remember that i was a
human being with human rights, until the FBI came into my life.
the moment i die, i am a corpse. but i am a HUMAN corpse, not a worm.
