to be performed relentlessly

"To Be Performed Relentlessly," March 5, 2022 (#64)

title from Fool for Love by Sam Shepard (1983)

Don't I Know You? by Karen Shepard (2006)

I Am No One You Know: Stories by Joyce Carol Oates (2004)

Like You'd Understand, Anyway: Stories by Jim Shepard (2007)

two lines from The Irresponsible Self: On Laughter and the Novel by James Wood (2004)

To Be Performed Relentlessly

Don't allow the enemy to intimidate you & especially don't allow the

holiday envelopes without consulting the list the board sent around

like someone falling down an elevator shaft. "Friggin' seismic," I heard.

I wondered if this was true: don't we always have choices? Even

doing; not doing. They've all got consequences

dreaming of river crossings, the frigid water roiling and rushing and

driving the back country roads, I don't know. Started out in

the nature shows together. He hadn't come home covered in blood

powerless before native intransigence or a pack of goats that won't clear the

combustible material. But most accidental fires it's bad wiring, space

it was supposed to be. In the middle of the first night, I wake up and

know if I was speaking only with myself. I became his new responsibility,

progress sideways, sliding from unconnected sentence to sentence, then,

still, there was the narrow forehead, the snubbed nose, the small, receding

sewing table by the front window, her scissors, thread, and thimble on

a small but hard thing that I could hold onto,

now barely visible at the end of that stretched telescope.

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From Black Narcissus (1946).

From Carrie (1976).

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