My Black Loves Her Bad
Ice and gravel were crispy. They crunched when underfoot. A powder dusting of a fresh layer of snow was left behind, but not a lot. The sheet of ice was opaque. It had the texture of tree bark. It glistened like glue, but it was hard and solid. Ice melded to the gravel. Snow looked more like edible frosting. It was cool on my neck. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Visibility was clear. Her mountain of love was in detail. Its presence was stately and dark. Blue skies stretched across the southern horizon. Above it was a film, delicate and nearly white. In the north sky, clouds darkened. They stretched in a distorting mirror. I give myself wide berth to survive more than a bare existence, no matter how trecherous the road was, I was soft for my hearthtrob. Northern skies had deeper blue. Long clouds of white were as tissue. There was an unusual swirl above me, like an arm poised, making a muscle. Like a superhero sign. Puffy clusters of cloud lined the southwest horizon. But you couldn’t see them through the trees. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Orb of sun was very bright. There was a sense of twilight. Shadows turned to 6:30, near 7 o’clock at the latest. It was 10:30 by my watch. I was above the surface of a vast ocean, looking down on tiny waves. Ripples looked just like waves. The sun gave me more brightness than warmth. Birds chirped around me. A huge dog with deep voice barked in the distance. His voice was echoing off the apartment complex. There was a wide range of shades on the gravel from soft white powdery snow, to grey ice, to black ice. I was contemplating on the colour black. The black tar patches, my knit gloves that were black, the black ink from my pen. Her long black shiny hair. I’m in love with Anna in this.
5 crows suddenly appeared, cawing. 4 went one way. Number 6 was further away, ready to join them. Crow number 1 remained where she was, and she cawed. Her soulmate came back to her. She cawed 3 times and repeated that with brief pauses. The crows cawed higher and louder. 3 pigeons then appeared, quickly passing, fluttering in the wind. A 4th pigeon followed a little behind. I sat still and long enough to feel the sun’s heat on me. It was warm, and I was relaxing. I’m so much in love with my heartthrob. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Trees gently rustled in the soft but cold breeze. Clour contrast was clear, and I noticed the strain from long forced will, then it abated and melted within. I was feeling better each day, and I longed for Anna and baby. Blue sky was stronger, To the west, an elongated cloud pressed flat like in a trick mirror. A helicopter droned and rushed overhead. In the small tree, a sparrow landed, amid the distant rumble, a sonic boom, and then a train horn. 3 lovebirds twittered and chirped as they flew, and just then, another bunch. There were 5. I was so much in love and the lovebrids were all around. I was feeling more harmonious. I was relaxing for my Tristan weekend. I’m in love with Anna in this.
When my feet crunched on the frozen gravel, I wondered about sound on different planets. Does all sound sound the same in all places? Different sounds in different atmospheres? I longed to hear the sound of her voice, pregnant in the biosphere. I’m in love with Anna in this. She is my soulmate. My battle lines love her barbed wire. My capture loves her cage. My black loves her bad. My clothes love her holding. My stumble loves her chasm. My insect loves her earth. My monster loves her steep road. My soldiers love her spies. My prison loves her zoo. My window loves her weather.
My government loves her defence system. My push ups love her wrestling. My secure loves her control. My stopping loves her command. My difficult loves her counter-balance. My pushing loves her power. My overwhelmed loves her practical. My heaviness loves her real. My doors closed love her doors. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.” -Revelation 3:20. I love Anna Dirksen.
Meanwhile, I picked Tristan up, and he was in good form. He wore a black T-shirt that had a grey skull and crossbones with the words Treacherous Waves Ahead. Out earlier it was treacherous on the roads with the ice. Crossing on a green light, I was nearly struck by 2 cars one after the other that drove through it, automatically. They were so careless. It was slippery but I saw much careless driving today. Outside my window just now, there was a car crash with a SUV and the people are arguing because Frasier wants to stop Kate from leaving for Chicago. He quickly lets her go because they have opposing plans and views. Marge has a gambling problem. Gob is served with divorce. Lucille is totally against Buster’s swim in the ocean.
On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a blue and white tie. 13 months of construction is finally over for The Main. It cost $32 million. 560 Abitibi Bowater employees lost their jobs in Shawinigan. 2,600 in Canada and the US are gone. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay. Teen Guilty of Manslaughter. Kristen filled in for Geeta. Tonight’s low of -1 will feel like -20 tomorrown morning. 500 people attended Antonio Lamer Funeral followed by Right To Smoke Case. 6,900 Quebecers are injured each year in car accidents. World AIDS Day is tomorrow. Evel Knievel Dies. Clinton Campaign Hostages. -1 felt like -7. 50 passengers and 7 crew are dead in Turkey Plane Crash. This has been the coldest winter for Canadians in 15 years. -10 feels like -20. PJ Stock spoke about the Ottawa Senators 5 losses. Marianna Simeone for My Take showed her traffic ticket. 6 actors and 1 legendary life for the film I’m Not There, on the life of Bob Dylan. Michel signed off for the evening. Next week he will be on assignment. On Monday it will be Nancy Wood.
I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of adverse, blocking, closed, comman, confining, control, corrupt, counter-balance, criminal, dangerous, defending, difficult, discouraging, fate, fighting, frustrating, guarded, halting, harassing, hard, hazardous, heaviness, hindering, hurtful, impossibility, inferior, misunderstood, obey, overloaded, overwhelm, power, practical, preventing, pushing, real, repress, restricting, secure, sensation function. sickness, sinful, specifying, strengthen, stressful, troubled, unfortunate, unpeasant, unruly, unsatisfactory, vile and wrong.