INTERMISSION IN IVAN'S PL:AY
And here is where de debbil come to visit Ivan:
"I am a reasonal bloke. Just came to offer you some advice. No, don't tremble so. Okay, I look a little like Mr. Spock, but I'm getting some work done. Nifty threads, no? Got them from Old Navy.
"You're always going out to work only to find that that's when your best ideas come.
"Then you quit your job only to find that your ideas--poof--they're gone.
"So you go back to work, same syndrome. You are getting your best ideas again but you're so busy working
you can't commit them to paper.
"And then, on the radio, as you're doing your deliveries you hear a guy with some real ideas.
Like Jack White and his sister Meg, doing the nihilist raga:
I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time behind my back
And I' m talking to myself at night, cause I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
And the feeling coming from behind my eyes says leave it alone...
And the song that you hear from me is come back home..
"Yeah, yeah, isn't that the way you feel, exactly?
Don't you wish you'd written something like that, Bunky?
"So you quit your job again, and what comes out? Nuttin'.
"I got a plan for you, an arrangement.(Pulls roll of foolscap out of ample Old Navy pocket).
"If you'll just look at this standard form, carefully, and sign right there...
One of my correspondents, a stone Satanist and a published one, says somewhere that God hates us.
Otherwise, why would he treat us so, give us such terrible hangovers, family anxieties, car accidents, wars, exploding people, famine?
My hellishly handsome friend, really good-looking despite the modified Mr. Spock ears, says all I have to do is sign on the blank line and it can all be fixed. No more rejection, failure, pain, just strawberry fields forever--that is, I suppose, until Scrooge comes to collect.
How attractive the Dr. Faustus theme.
How many of us has it led astray.
In the opening stanzas of Goethe's Faust, the first few pages may as well be the first few seconds of your life.
It is that compelling; the dialogue of the gods over your birth, the drumroll, the actual birth.
And then the story of your life as you go to-- the Devil?
A man is born, he marries, he has children, he suffers and he dies. It is somehow touched upon in the White Stripes song:
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
From the queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch you coming back this way, I'm gonna serve it to you.
I't's not what you want to hear, but that's what I'll do...
And the feeling from my bones says find a home.
My Ukrainian poet says it more poetically, perhaps:
There is no illusion here but plain belonging
Even if you listen to the sand whispering in the pines
Even if you look into the green eyes of chlorophyll..
But Jack White of the White Stripes band gives you some pretty cool Dada on the DVD:
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forever more
I'm going to work the straw
Make the sweat drip from every pore
And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding , right becfore my Lord
And when I finish my song, I ain't gonna sing no more
And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home
I'm going to Wichita...
But wait, wait.
Didn't Dada Jack say something about bleeding right before his Lord?
The Stanley Kubrik Monolith thing?
Dear God, this is getting to be a religious column