TABLE OF CONTENTS Abstract Souls ('a novelette') Archipelagic Short Stories Would Lead Us Nowhere Eating Eagles And Monkey, We Fly Across And Bus 2 (unavailable)
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Eating Eagles and
Monkey, We Fly Across And
reading instruction: set the book on the desk after placing black paper or cloth in front of said desk.
SHE
enters the room and lays a bunch of flowers on the table, and the door
starts knocking but she doesn’t go to it, goes instead to a tree-green
box to her left, takes out from it her doll and the doll’s feeding
bottle, the knocking continuing faintly heard in the noise of the punk
rock sound from the next glass room, and looks at the emerald flowers
she brought with her and then toward the flowers on the window ledge and
then back to the emerald flowers, and hears calls from the door (muffled
voices, voice, as it’s a thick door, not to mention it is a noisy
eve). Monkey-eating eagles fly across the window outside. And, not in
fear, she opens the knocking door, quickly after running to the kitchen
to the refrigerator to take milk from green-tinted bottles, to pour some
of this milk into a glass, to drink from the glass and not touch the
Kellogg’s, only to walk back through a white-painted corridor with
glossy walls and so-white lighting that seems unreal in the sense that
the camera cannot record such whiteness indoors—only to walk back
through the corridor, back to her brother at her door. She and her
brother then talk, no words in the noise, he nodding, she nodding too,
after which she opens the door she leaves open for the boy, for him to
follow her, for him to be able to receive the doll from her and nail it
to the wall with the nail in his left hand and the hammer in his right
hand, get him to be able to hammer on the nail on the doll and the wall
beneath the doll, . . . in short, get him to be able to hammer on the
doll. Now he starts giving the doll a flow of watergun spurts. When he
came in he already had in his hands watergun, nail, and hammer. Knocking
on the door, three objects were lying on the floor at his feet: later,
Lisa came out and accidentally stepped on the watergun: Burton said
"hey!" to her stepping on the gun, in American English.
IN the previous year, it was terribly discreditable to the people involved in the final coating of the young woman’s—Lisa’s—bedroom walls and ceiling to be witnessing entente cordiale with the boy. He there gave them juvenile directions like pointing towards certain black spots not well sprayed within those almost invisible second layers. Soon, the two were moving in: Lisa jumping on the mattress, Antonio jumping on Cindy, even before gray-black paint could dry.
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Cover Page | Acknowledgment | Abstract Souls ('a novella') | Alone | Archipelagic Short Stories Would Lead Us Nowhere | At The Funeral | Before Lunch | Bus | Dionysus | Di-Pinamagatan | Eating Eagles And Monkey, We Fly Across And | Finding Books | Out Of Season | Pleasure, Film, What, Has | Psychiatrist | Sincerely | The Primitive | Vexed | Who Cares For Markets | Bus 2 | Psychiatrist (Reprise) | AFTERWORD: Vicente Interviews Himself | About the Author
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