GOT NEG?
Dogs don’t got NEG .
Can’t say: Look be
not afraid I’m not
going to hurt you
Have to put it in play,
nips, bites, tussles &
grab you by the throat
with their mouth and
hold you down to the
ground a few moments.
“See? Seriously:
that’s what I’m not
going to do, what I
just did.”
Have to act-it-out to
deny it. It was just
play speaking louder
than words as it were
in manners of not
speaking.
I can deny it.
I’ve got NEG.
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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19thc.
The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the
For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both
In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.
Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to
For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.
(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)
The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville
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