Friday, March 6, 2009

258. PARSON EDUARDO RUTGA

PARSON EDUARDO RUTGA
Unraveling wordgames makes me sick :
undertakers at a dance contest, barracuda hunters
entered in a knitting competition...what is all
this about? At the country church along
Wickensham Row, the parson is unwrapping
silk and hanging pictures by the stool. He thinks
it's all worth something. Never in his readings
(Sunday sermons or Saturday lectures) has
he mentioned the 'Fool', nor even the
'Hangman' from his tarot deck. So many
things go without saying. Places and times.
Socks and shoes. Only his chambermaid
knows. She's the one who empties his pots
and unclutters his papers as stacked
on the edge of his very messy desk.

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