last night, at the train station
i was sitting reading eating panda express when a man approached me, reeking of beer. he asked me what i was reading in broken english and i told him it was a novel about world war II (jerzy kosinski's the painted bird). he asked if he could sit and i said yes and he instructed me to put away my book so we could talk. he explained that he had been a student at a university in mexico city and that he studied anthropology. he asked me if i had read erich fromm. i told him i hadnt and he proceeded to explain how fromm and jung were influenced by but separate from freud, "fuck freud, fuck jung, there is only fromm." he went on to explain about his notions of mysticism, how we are all microcosms of the universe, how el cuerpo
is shaped like a star in a circle just like Leonardo's drawings. Then he went on to Camus. In his words Camus's reaction to Hiroshima was "What the fuck?
How the fuck?
" At times he would get annoyed by my misunderstanding, by what was lost in translation. He called me annoying, he called me very smart, he liked my eyes and called me Pete Townshend just like in "Behind Blue Eyes." He spoke of his fondness for the Beatles and how he was born in 1970, the year "Let it Be" was released. He told me he had a girlfriend and pulled out a card with her number on it as if offering proof. He said she's a black lady, but he's okay with that, "she's just for fucking." He told me he liked me because, as he said, I let him talk and understood him. "See that girl? She wouldn't know what, she wouldn't listen. But you, you are very smart" He opened a can of beer that exploded over my things. He told me his spanish was muy dura
. His language. He asked how his english was. He wore a hospital bracelet that confirmed his significant birth year. He walked me to my train and asked for a phone number. I gave him one, for the phone I am about to have shut off. He told me humans were meant to communicate, and that drinking alone is sad. I agreed with him. Then I sat on the train and watched a movie about orphaned Japanese children at the end of world war II.
today i dug a whole for my dead fourteen year old dog. at first i thought the smell of the dirt was me, because i hadnt showered and was working up quite a sweat. but as i got down to shovel earth out with my hands i realized the smell was the dirt.