Glory and Scrib
Point and Shoot, FL (YU)—Scrib was
Monday’s Man Friday.
Ha
ha, that’s a joke.
He
did the shopping, the cooking, and the washing dishes, but he was kinda
unhandy, and didn’t fix things when they broke, around the house. He sat at home and watched film noir movies,
or movies like Zombie Strippers.
Zombie Strippers was based in the Eugene
Ionesco Theater of the Absurd play Rhinoceros. Scrib called it Zombies Ate the Neocons.
The
Neocons ate themselves. Put them in power
and watch them fuck up like a T-6 in the NCO Club.
Or
John McCain nominating Sarah Palin for Vice President. He was still laughing about that.
The
Republicans were a hoot.
Scrib
had an Obama poster in his front yard.
Rednecks for Obama.
Notice
the trailer across the street, the indigenous, xerophytic foliage in his yard.
Scrib
ordered a book from Amazon.com, John Bennett’s Drive By: Shards and Poems. He had free two-day shipping from Amazon.
A
shard was a squib. A short prose
piece. May be fiction or non-fiction.
Scrib Online was poems and squibs. Sherds.
Johnny
Potsherd went around the Southeast sowing sherds in Indian sites.
At
Panacea, Scrib and Glory walked local Indian sites, on Saturday, surface-collecting. They picked up potsherds and the occasional
projectile point. Then, in the
afternoons, they classified what they’d found, by looking at pictures in Willey
(1949) and the Green Bible.
Willey
(1949) was Gordon Willey’s Archaeological
Survey of the Florida Gulf Coast (1949) and the Green Bible was James B.
Griffin’s Archeology of the Eastern
United States (1952).
That’s a picture of Willey in his Woody at 8FR3, in Carrabelle.
We surface-collected 8FR3. It was the city dump.
Drive By. One time Frederick Turner wrote a book called A Border of Blue: Along the Gulf of Mexico From the Keys To the Yucatán.
He had in it a recipe for Robala Abodabo, or Snook in Ancho Chile Sauce.
No, that was
Virginia Elverson’s Gulf Coast Cooking: Seafood from the Florida Keys to the Yucatan Peninsula.
at the house. Poems and stories about driving around
Ha ha, without leaving the house. Without leaving my writing room.
I pitched at the house to University Presses of
Florida, Pineapple Press,
All I got was an axe in the face. A jackhammer. Cracker Jack.
Genuine
Send readers my books on flash drive.
A flash drive is a USB storage device that’s very small and holds a lot.
Don’t worry, John, I’m not going to start calling them sherds.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m going to stay at home today and watch Payback, from Netflix, on DVD.
I’m going to read The Hunter, by Richard Stark. I ordered if from Amazon.com with one click and got free shipping.
Donald Westlake died.
He wrote a lot of books.
I think the last one of his I read was Lemons Don’t Lie, from Hard Case Crime.
An older title, reprinted. He and Lawrence Block both worked for Scott Meredith, writing aspiring writers letters telling why their books weren’t publishable. I think.