Jandek

The word. The word is something weird. I could not use it, but I did. I did it. I used the word. And that was weird. I used it, but I cannot get used to it. The word in my mouth… That word on my tongue… That word is a sign and a mystery. That word is like poetry of the owls. It’s like poetry you cannot talk about.   But you’ve got to because it’s a mystery. You are sitting in a bar somewhere in the dark woods. You are drinking beer with the owls and raccoons. You are looking into their wet eyes full of beer. They know this weird poetry. Your Dictaphone is on. It’s recording the sounds of the sticky strange bar. You’ve got to finish it. You’ve got to hear them speaking about this poetry. Only one word meaning everything… They know what you want. They can share the meaning of this mystery with only one story. All them drinkers here know what it’s all about. You are afraid. Anything can happen when solving mysteries like this. But it’s not even about the truth, no. It’s about one word and the story which is better be not told. It is better like that. Just leave it like that. But you can…

And so you are waiting for their story. Animals and spirits keep coming in and surrounding you. You feel like the woods of the whole world are swallowing you slowly. You are sinking into the animals… You can do nothing about it…

When they find your Dictaphone they will hear only one word on a tape. Jandek

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