Williams Fish Camp
Point and Shoot, FL (YU)—Cacoëthes Scribendi was an
adventure travel correspondent for the L.
A. (
He had been a
hospitality industry report writer and folk art critic, the ecotourism czar of
South Walton County, the sex tourism czar of Panama City Beach (Please drink
responsibly. Show us your tits), and was
now a senior fellow at the prestigious left-wing think-tank in Point and Shoot,
He threw a
musette bag with his Nikon Coolpix 3100 camera in it in the family car, an
Oldsmobile Cutlass station wagon, and drove over to
His hero was
named Irascible “Razz” Heap. Heap was
his own paparazzo. He razzed, or cocked
a snook at,
One time Kurt Schwitters made a collage with a bank note on it that said Kommerzbank. He pasted other screeds over it and ended up with the word merz showing. That’s what he called what he was doing. Merz.
Heap pasted a business card with his name on it on a collage, pasted other screeds over it, and ended up with Razz. That’s what he called what he was doing. Razz.
Razz was a verb as well as a noun. Razz me, blues.
What do you think it means. All that razz. It either means fuck or shit.
The first dig
Heap went on, the crew lived in a school bus up on cinder blocks at Williams
Fish Camp, on the
They bathed in the river.
They took a john boat in to the site.
The fish camp was
on the
They ate supper
at the Ship’s Cove Café, in
The
This was at San Marcos de Apalache, the Spanish Fort. Heap scooped the brains out of the skulls of some Hessian mercenaries who had been buried at the fort, the graves immersed in salt water, the brains preserved by saline solution.
Phew—white folks! What if they were Christians?
It was okay. They were probably Protestants.
Maybe heatherns.
Heap dug up an Indian mandible, buried with a jasper celt, in the archaic site. He was certainly a heathern.
Eat with sticks and don’t love Jesus.
On Mountain Stage, Heap heard Jessica Lea Mayfield sing,
get thee
behind me jesus
i'm tired of searching for truth
get thee behind me jesus
i've given up on you
From
“Bible Days.” On the album With Blasphemy, So Heartfelt.
Huh? Is that right? Did he hear that?
Heap
had something wrong with his hearing.
Sometimes
he couldn’t hear things.
And
sometimes he heard things that were not there.
Now,
that wasn’t a problem.
The
problem was he couldn’t always tell which was which.
“Sometimes
I wanna behave like I live in the bible days.”
Was that the last line?
That
puts a different meaning on it.
Heap’s
father had been a Methodist minister. He
was a preacher’s kid. That shit gets in
your system. Down there deep. In a story, Bukowski has a guy kick a
pregnant woman down a flight of stairs and cry out, “Mama.”
I
want my mama.