By the way
Vampire Lestat
Trying to put in a collage coherent bee
the mountain range, the shadow of my leg ...
attempt to match, linked with a logical,
molecular vast and bright thoughts tissue
throughoutsubstance ...
trying to say that I see in everything I see
where the needle starts tapestry
but there, it seems the whole and the part.
Long live the eyeball and heart clear.
STAN RICE
of "Four days in another city"
Something lamb C HTMLXC (1975) ------------------------------------------
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Say
in rhythmic
continuity.
Detail by detail,
living creatures.
Dilo,
as expected, the pace
CHTMLXnce known was dead. He had survived his colleagues, had outlived his brothers and sisters had survived even two of his children. In a tragic way, the twins had survived, because now no one read his book. No one was interested in "Legend of the Twins."
"No, call it," he said. You have to call it. Tell her I dreamed of the twins. That I have seen
in sleep.
- Why would I know, Dad?
His daughter took the little address book and flipped. All those people dead, dead long ago. Those who had traveled with his father on many expeditions, editors and photographers who hadinding the page, and yes, there were the name and number. And a date with them, only two years earlier.
"He lives in Bangkok, Dad. - What time was it in Bangkok? I had no idea.
-come to me. I know he will.
closed his eyes and leaned against the pillow. Now it was small, was as cramped. But when he opened his eyes, was his father who was looking, despite leathery, yellowish skin, despite the dark freckles on the back of his wrinkled hands, despite the baldness. seemed for a moment listening to music, the soft voice of The Vampire Lestat, that they came from her room. Would lower the volumeAt first it had taken to distinguish the rough figures on the weak beam of light from the flashlight. So it was much easier to study then the first plane of the camera proved as sharp.
But she would never forget that first day when I had taught each small image of the sequence, the twins dancing in the rain that fell in tiny little lines, a doodle of a cloud: the twins kneeling on either side of a altar where the body lay as if asleep or dead; the twins taken prisoner and standing before a court of figures severe, the twins run. And then the bullets rundown of which nothing could be interpreted, and finally one of the twins crying and her tears falling like resignationnutas hatched, like rain, eyes were also a couple of black streaks.
were carved into the rock, with pigment added: orange hair, white plaster for clothes, colored green plants growing around it, and blue for the sky that covered their heads. Six thousand years had passed since its creation in the darkness of the cave.
And no less ancient reliefs were almost identical in a cave formed in a rock, situated high in the slopes of Huayna Picchu, on the other side of the world.
had also made that trip with his father, a year after crossing the Urubamba River and up through the junglesNo case. Was not credible, such a connection between the Old and New Worlds. Certainly not six thousand years old! Relegated him to the "faculty of Fools" along with the speakers of ancient astronauts, Atlantis and the lost kingdom of Mu much had discussed, lectured, begged to be believed, that they travel with him to the caves to be seen with your own eyes! How many times had exposed pigment samples, laboratory reports, the detailed studies of plants and even pictures of the white garments of the twins. Another man would have resigned. All universities and foundations that had turned back. I had no moneyeven to support their children. He worked as a teacher to earn the daily bread, and, at night, wrote to museums worldwide. And he found a clay tablet, replete with drawings, in Manchester, and one in London, and two representing the twins! With borrowed money went to photograph those crafts. He wrote articles about them for obscure publications. He continued his research. Then she arrived, the quiet and eccentric woman who had heard, he had looked at their materials and had given him an ancient papyrus, found in the present century in a cave in Upper Egypt, contained exactly the same images and the words "The Legend of the TwinsBia been their downfall. Even she, her sponsor, had told him to desist. I did not want to lose it all his life. I must leave to younger people. But he would not listen. It was his discovery! The Legend of the Twins! And she continued to sign checks for him and he continued until he was too old to climb mountains and make their way with machetes through the jungle. In recent years, he lectured very occasionally. Unable to interest new students in that mystery, even when teaching the papyrus, pottery, tablets. After all, those objects are not really fit anywhere, does not belong to any defined period. And the caves, could findto Palestine, the flashlight. "Do you see, you see the two women?" With all gently, closed her eyes and kissed her forehead. There was something written on the piece of paper. He raised his fingers cold and stiff, took the paper and read the four words he had scrawled in his trembling hand like a spider: "in the jungles ... WALKING. " What could it mean? And it was too late to contact the women. Probably would at some point during the night. All of that trip ... Well, I'd give the role, if served, and tell her the things she had said about the twins.
