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ArtSavant relishes bringing you a sampling from the deliciously talented bh. Included hereon are three pieces that have been sent to us over the last year or so. You, too, can enjoy getting your very own mailings, which include not only narratives & repetitions like the ones seen here, but also - be still, o telltale heart - a pop quiz every Friday, & broadcasts that keep these thoughts ever present...

 

I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And though he no longer promises to build to suit, bh unfailingly piques the interests of anyone with the presence to listen. Once enraptured, how to become more ardent an aficionado? The coruscating style compels you.

 

I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being happy.
I like being satisfied.
I like being.
I like.
I.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Details, such as they are, below...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

things are as they are.
this is how this is.
listen:
narrative is always recursive.
blackhumour on your corner.
all bets are off.

 

To beg for more, send email.
For a taste, you may visit blackhumour on the web.

~ narrative 10

*remove*

the letter from susan's husband bill read: "i have no weapon against the kindness of others. i am disarmed. there is nothing in my amply-stocked arsenal of words or gestures i can marshall against a simple generosity offered without price or expectation.

"i am moved thereby in manner i can barely describe. moved there-by in manner i can hardly bear. moved thereby in manner i can hardly bare myself to.

"how could i tell her? 'each sweetness you offer weakens me, fills me so with dread and shame, that i want simply to run and run and run until i am lost again under clouded nightsky.'

"no. no...

"no! better nothing said about those forces driving me, driving me on and away from her. better they remained unnamed, silent and relentless. what was i to do: throw some feeble light over the churning backs of that huge pack, domesticate them with amusing names and adorable personality traits while they ran me down, and compassed me about with their jagged feral teeth?

"...what if they turned on her?

"what would i do when they turned on her?

"then i saw it so clearly: it wasn't going to get any better. it wasn't going to become any more meaningful.

"you know the story. everybody knows the story. it's been repeated often enough.

"i went to the store to get some cherry ice cream. and i didn't go back."

 

 

~ repetition 15

the letter susan received from her husband bill could have read:

"listen:

"i could have been sorting buttons at my kitchen table.

"i could have been using any measure of criteria in any combination to effect the sorting of the buttons on my kitchen table.

"i could have been using a single criterion for the sortation of the buttons on his kitchen table.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by shape thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by colour thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by size thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by thickness thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by age thereof.

"criteria for sortation, i could have reflected as i sorted the buttons at my kitchen table. using personality as a tool for expressions of interest, and for evaluating any or all of the byproducts thereof.

"one possible method for separating the plywood from the dinosaurs, i could have conceptualized.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the material thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the texture thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the pattern thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the style thereof.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the number of scratches therein.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the number of stains thereon.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the number of blemishes therein.

"i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the number of buttonholes therein.

"things being as they are, i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the function thereof.

"things being as they are, i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the transience thereof.

"things being as they are, i could have been sorting the buttons on my kitchen table by the potential thereof...

"i may or may not have made comment upon the arbitrary nature of the measure of criteria or combinations thereof which i at that time used to sort the buttons on my kitchen table.

"i could have picked up a button and examined it for a moment before placing it with other buttons.

"i could have paused in this ongoing act of arbitrary sortation to refill my coffee cup. not black: black is someone else's color. after adding milk and sweetener to taste, i could have returned to the kitchen table, and the aggregated heaps of buttons placed thereon...

"if i could, i would have repeated us endlessly.

"i would have repeated us endlessly.

"repeated us endlessly.

"repeated us endlessly.

"repeated us endlessly.

"endlessly..."

all well and good, susan may have thought to herself, placing the letter on the living room table.

but there is no such thing as us.

 

 

~ narrative 21

*tangental*

travelling thusly: at my feet, the insalubrious cup of coffee i had purchased at the san francisco cal train railroad depot before boarding the southbound train was, as the journey continued, growing colder.

the excitation of the beverage's constituent molecules, providing the beverage with its heat, was being calmed by the cooler air surrounding the beverage.

calmed by the cooler air surrounding.

calmed.

by the cooler air surrounding.

the cooler air surrounding.

surrounding.

the heat of the beverage was, as my travels continued, surrendering itself to the cooler air surrounding it.

surrendering.

the slowing of the excitation of the molecules constituent to the insalubrious beverage was not an uncommon phenomenon. things slowed down all the time.

things slow down all the time...

i'm driving to it:

all action is open to interpretation.

all action is open to interpretation.

open to interpretation.

open.

listen: even the slowing of the excitation of the molecules constituent to an insalubrious beverage is not exempt therefrom.

even the slowing of the excitation of the molecules constituent to an insalubrious beverage is not exempt therefrom.

trust me.

i might have descried within the cooling of a beverage i generally preferred hot a sign directing me to consider one or more specific thoughtshapes.

it's possible.

i might have.

these things can happen...

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

i might have recalled times i had occasion to frequent commercial establishments which catered to a clientele who appreciated that form of entertainment which virtually noone described as female ecdysiasy.

i might have recalled that, during those periods when i had occasion to frequent these commercial establishments catering to that clientele who appreciated the aforementioned form of entertainment not at all often described as female ecdysiasy, i would at different intervals use the opportunity of my presence to engage in dialogue with persons encountered there.

that sounds about right...

i mean to say: what else might one do in such situation?

i would have, during those different intervals used the opportunity of my presence to respond to circumstance.

i would have endeavored to repeat myself, to achieve effect.

to repeat myself. to achieve effect.

repeat myself.

i would not have stopped from here to corner.

i would have built to suit.

i would have surfed on entropy.

i would have tried to enjoy the ride.

things being irremediably pretty much exactly what they are, she would have been wearing a classic shiny little black dress, with black hose, and tall elegant black pumps.

she was beautiful: voluptuous, womanly. i would have been drawn to her immediately, the curves of her a welcome invitation to consider possible changes in itinerary.

that would have been that.

the nice thing about all of this is that all interpretation is open to action.

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

i might have shaped any number of thoughts.

...after the heat of those thoughts had cooled, the excitation thereof slowed,

i may have considered shapes very much like these:

stopless dancers, a troupe of them, all in matching black dresses and hose, standing imperfectly still.

and that's what happened.

 

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