Monday, July 10, 2023

You'll Rejoice at How Many Kinds of Shit There Are

Finished *Suttree.* I have more words to look-up and will decide whether to provide just that list or incorporate the new words into a cumulative list of all words looked-up by next linky post which won't happen until Wednesday at the earliest, Friday most likely. Strange, fascinating, deep and deepening ambivalence about the book, repellently compelling and compellingly repellent like all McCarthy, but Suttree himself reminds me of me, someone who turned down life opportunities for success as defined by the American capitalistic model path of success in my youth (though even at my most destructive I was never hit in the head with a floor buffer in a drunken brawl in a Tennessee roadhouse). Finished it yesterday morning just before 27 holes at Seneca where I threw my single worse round in years, the same course lay out I threw an 89 last week I threw a 114 yesterday, not blaming the novel, blaming me (for thinking I'd throw an 88) thinking about the novel instead of concentrating on throwing with elbow tucked and disc nose down, I was in the creek on three, four, five, thirteen and fourteen, thinking how Suttree wouldn't tag ever day of his life but two My Complicity. Way more going on than one read can reveal, will read again next summer, whether more McCarthy between then and now tbd, several lozenges of not-McCarthy before another, I want this one in my head

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A.R. Ammons

You’ll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are:
gosling shit (which J. Williams said something
was as green as), fish shit (the generality), trout

shit, rainbow trout shit (for the nice), mullet shit,
sand dab shit, casual sloth shit, elephant shit
(awesome as process or payload), wildebeest shit,

horse shit (a favorite), caterpillar shit (so many dark
kinds, neatly pelleted as mint seed), baby rhinoceros
shit, splashy jaybird shit, mockingbird shit

(dive-bombed with the aim of song), robin shit that
oozes white down lawnchairs or down roots under roosts,
chicken shit and chicken mite shit, pelican shit, gannet

shit (wholesome guano), fly shit (periodic), cockatoo
shit, dog shit (past catalog or assimilation),
cricket shit, elk (high plains) shit, and

tiny scribbled little shrew shit, whale shit (what
a sight, deep assumption), mandril shit (blazing
blast off), weasel shit (wiles’ waste), gazelle shit,

magpie shit (total protein), tiger shit (too acid
to contemplate), moral eel and manta ray shit, eerie
shark shit, earthworm shit (a soilure), crab shit,

wolf shit upon the germicidal ice, snake shit, giraffe
shit that accelerates, secretary bird shit, turtle
shit suspension invites, remora shit slightly in

advance of the shark shit, hornet shit (difficult to
assess), camel shit that slaps the ghastly dry
siliceous, frog shit, beetle shit, bat shit (the

marmoreal), contemptible cat shit, penguin shit,
hermit crab shit, prairie hen shit, cougar shit, eagle
shit (high totem stuff), buffalo shit (hardly less

lofty), otter shit, beaver shit (from the animal of
alluvial dreams)—a vast ordure is a broken down
cloaca—macaw shit, alligator shit (that floats the Nile

along), louse shit, macaque, koala, and coati shit,
antelope shit, chuck-will’s-widow shit, alpaca shit
(very high stuff), gooney bird shit, chigger shit, bull

shit (the classic), caribou shit, rasbora, python, and
razorbill shit, scorpion shit, man shit, laswing
fly larva shit, chipmunk shit, other-worldly wallaby

shit, gopher shit (or broke), platypus shit, aardvark
shit, spider shit, kangaroo and peccary shit, guanaco
shit, dolphin shit, aphid shit, baboon shit (that leopards

induce), albatross shit, red-headed woodpecker (nine
inches long) shit, tern shit, hedgehog shit, panda shit,
seahorse shit, and the shit of the wasteful gallinule.

1 comment:

  1. Every year my life is made something by a video of a dancing cat in a suit. This is mildly disturbing, but I don't look at that too closely at that because it's oddly soothing and calming at the same time.

    ... "repellantly compelling and compellingly repellent" sums up my continuing Blood Meridian experience. I put it down on Friday and can't go back yet. Though it means nothing, current reading list includes City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett (and why are only writers and alleged / convicted criminals known by all three names); Fatherland by Burkhard Bilger, which has some echoes of my own family; and Jean Giraud (Mobieus)' works published in Metal Hurlant.

    Your art is getting into Rothko territory, which is one of the highest accolades in my Accolade Box.