BLOCKHEAD: An Unedited Brain Dump Before the Memories Fade
()
About this ebook
August Franza
August Franza writes and writes and writes... and keeps writing.
Read more from August Franza
Thorn in the Flesh Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Family Failure Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Grand Highway Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Man in the Red Beret Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBUGHOUSE and Other Lunacies: Contemporary and Not So Contemporary Plays Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThree Women: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAxe: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCuckoo Songs Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCollision: A Novel and 4 Plays Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHunger (Dream Novel) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmerica Arriba!: Don Quijote and Sancho Panza in the 21St Century Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAN UNTRILOGY Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsArrows of Longing Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWriting Myself to Death: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Skin Game Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings'The Consuming Love of Sieglinde and Evelyne and Brenner’s Downfall Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTwo Novellas: The Thirst We Have and Bob, Son of Battle: His Confessions Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Haunting of Kate Mccloud Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChinese Boxes: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Life I Had in Mind: (Plus Three) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Adventures of Michal America Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Flea’S Notebook Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to BLOCKHEAD
Related ebooks
Debris & Detritus: The Lesser Greek Gods Running Amok Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDuboce Park Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKill The Town Of Terror Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDark Horizons Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Certain Number of Hypothetical Scenarios Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Vampire's Heart: Ellowyn Found, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLies of Tenderness Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTrickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Invisible World Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLady Rample and the Mystery at the Museum: Lady Rample Mysteries, #11 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAdventure Gold: Adventures of Dusty Sourdough, Book 3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings30 Minute Murder-Mystery - A Murderers Tale: 30 Minute stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlue City: A Novel Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDevil City Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Plutus Paradox: James and Lettice Cote Mysteries, #2 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Red House Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMiscellaneous Mysteries: A Collection Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDisturb Not My Slumbering Fair Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Witch Made Me Do It Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShrouded In Yew: The Peak District Mysteries, #9 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and The Glamorous Ghost - Book 1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsInto the Glen Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPlunging to the Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea: Anatomy of a Sexual Predator Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEdition 1: The Stygian Lepus Magazine, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsKey Elements Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnseemly Exposure Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsValley of the Croen Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHaunted Hills: Pameroy Mystery, #3 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Big Man's Daughter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pretty Little Fairies Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Poetry For You
The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Poems That Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words That Move Them Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad of Homer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Canterbury Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Way Forward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLove Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Waste Land and Other Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Things We Don't Talk About Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gilgamesh: A New English Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5You Better Be Lightning Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Edgar Allan Poe: The Complete Collection Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Complete Poems of John Keats (with an Introduction by Robert Bridges) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for BLOCKHEAD
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
BLOCKHEAD - August Franza
Copyright © 2023 by August Franza.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.
Rev. date: 07/10/2023
Xlibris
844-714-8691
www.Xlibris.com
852908
CONTENTS
The Wallet (Eros)
What Actually Happens
Vocal
At Bat
No Doggy Bag
The Mueller Report
Verborama
Pack Up The Books
Whac-A-Mole
Pistol Packin’ Amerika
How’s Your Hubcaps?
Gimme
The Burning
Nobody Knows
No Garbage Collection Today
47
The Haircut
Reciting The Mysteries
Summer School Fool
Pome Make Me Smile
Hitchhiker
History Of Ears
High Tide
Becoming
Take A Gander
My Fave
How Dare?
Nitwit’s Wit
Madge Assaults Max
James Joyce
Morass
Money’s Not Our Guiding Principle
A Girl And Me
What’s To Become Of Them?
Are You Happy?
Hell And Heaven
Red Blend
Well, He Said Noncommittally
The Prize
Piazza San Marco: The Money
The Tall Man
Romping Thru
Trumpworld Decoded
Her Blue Windows
That’s Right. That’s How It Is.
Hey! It’s Me!
Amount Due
SK
Mouth
Alfredo Demands
Weird Tingling Numbness: The Dream Is On
A Sweet Languor
The Last Poem
Warm Feet
Hallucinations
Guglhupf
The Poems He Wrote After His Death Were Better
After The Mgr’s Rum Punch Party
Bite The Bullet
The Identity Of The 4Th Man In The Photo Is Unknown
Dripping From Our Chins
Kayraykhkuhko
Siege: The End Of Donald Trump
Tone Deaf
An Old Dog For A Hard Ride
Things Thought, Felt, Seen, And Heard
Encantado
Face It, Let’s
Saving Kathy Acker
A Thrill A Second
Get Out While You Can
In The Lobby
Duration Of Tones
Milestone
Invigorating
The Theft Of The Mona Lisa
Out There
In Here
The End Of The World At This Time
Moon June Tomb Doom Howl
Open Carry
Accomplice To A Crime
The Night Of The White Moon
Trauma –Big!
Poetry Will Never
It Always Amazes
Symphony #2
Standing Water
Temptation
The Grass The Tree The Mountain The Moon
Clazy Druvels
At The Academy
Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark
Blood Doesn’t Say It All
The Lecture
The Writer
Max Trump Luigi Boccherini Cvs And Her
They Were Alone
Easter Sunday
Not Coca Cola
Life Of The Be
Tell Him One More Time What To Do
Head Face Arm Hand Leg Ankle
Your Turn
Now Carrying
She
Shadow Of Fallen Columns
The Computer Guy Knows Everything
Personal Hygiene
Deep Flush
Closing The Umbrella
Grinning Gaffs
444-1
Cancel After Comsuming
Touch But Don’t Go Near
Dark Blue Eyes
Hideaway
Don’t Yell At Me Please
Scotus
An Island Of White Horses
Orange Blossom
I Wash My Face
Nothing Awry
I Go To You
The Goat
The Last Poem In The Anthology
Symposium
Within Reach
I Was Having A Word
I Bite You
No Shit Dick Tracy
Heat System
Did You See What’s Going On In Iran?
Dec. 7th, 1941
Edward Snowden Did What?
Thirst
O My Honey
Pope Nancy Pelosi Give’im Hell
Fever
Lower Than Whale-Shit
The Modern Mind
Suck He Said
Hypocrisy
Trump’s Blues
Meat Show
Homeless Guy
Dead Flies/ Big Sleep/ Emptying The Bottle/ Martian In Town
Revenge
Picnic In Eden
Symposium
Like Toward Like
Ring Of Fire
The Forgetting
Essence (Marrow)
Sop For Shootdowns
Spherical
Heat System
Did You See What’s Going On In Iran?
Trump
Where He Is Is Not Where You Are
1966
The Couple
Ah, Earth
Handling The Situation
In My Kitchen
Camera Eye
In These Great Times
Erasings: 5 a.m.
Seven Days
Peak
The End
Three Hundred From Valhalla
Jan 6th
Hang Mike Pence
Jan 6th, My Love
Maypole
Weep You No More
Wild Things
Secret Song
Disguise
Natural Born
Fever
A Day’s Reading
Floating Laundry
Saving Kathy Acker
Kafka’s TV set
Joy
Still Here
Things As They Are
The World As Such
All You Can Eat Golden Corral
How Is That
The Path
Dread
Buffet
I Didn’t Want To Die In Stop & Shop
The Sky Was Black
Greece
Tourism
Wicked
Nausea
Bailed-Out Love
Trump Indicted For Federal Crimes
P.S.
Eyes Peer Deep
Only a blockhead writes for anything except money.
Samuel Johnson
NOTE:
Mr. Kiss of volume one (WMTD) will not appear in Volume 2. He has left, departed without notifying the author. His whereabouts are unknown. He has abandoned his apartment, left behind his clothes and his private papers which are of an hallucinatory character. The author will examine them and attempt to report on the contents to readers if they are worth attention.
NOTE #2:
BLOCKHEAD is the sequel to WRITING MYSELF TO DEATH (2019)
THE WALLET (EROS)
This happened to friends of mine,
Rachel said.
Oh, yeah, cynical Luke was thinking. Oh, yeah.
Steve and Doris. Do you remember, Luke?
Luke was only half-listening. He was occupied with two immediate realities: Rachel’s good looks and getting to the theater on time. Good looks are good looks, and Rachel had them. She had what’s called ‘that certain something’, the kind of presence that made you double-take, that made you notice and behold.
Knowing Rachel pretty well, Luke knew that this story was more important to her than the play they were on their way to see which Luke had picked for its raunchy content.
Moving along, regardless, Rachel proceeded, Thinking they would be late, Steve hailed a cab. When they got in, Doris noted an object in the corner of the seat.
What’s this?
she said, picking up the object. It looked important. Somebody had left a wallet in the cab. It most likely, she was thinking, slipped out of someone’s pocket—probably a man, it looked like a man’s wallet— while he was paying the fare. Maybe he put it down on the seat and then got distracted by the woman—any woman-- or maybe he was in a hurry to get some place, the way people do in Manhattan.
Rachel picked up the wallet and showed it to Steve.
’Give it to the cabbie,’
Steve said, ’and let him worry about it.’
He was eager to see the hot play and the only thing on his mind, besides Rachel, was getting to the theater on time.
’No, no,’
Doris said, ’Suppose he steals it, takes the money for himself? That’s not right.’
Steve thought Doris was taking an inordinate interest. But it’s just like Doris, isn’t it?
’Then just leave it on the seat,’
Steve said. ’How much is in it?’
’I feel terrible pawing through it’,
Doris said, as she pawed through it. ’It’s like invading privacy. There’s a lot of money here.’
’Just leave it for somebody else to worry about.’ Steve said grouchily.
’That’s not right behavior.’
’Oh, you and your Buddhist principles.’
Steve tried to say this free of a critical tone. She had picked her Buddhist principles up after opening the wrong drawer on a vacation and finding beside the Holy Bible The Wisdom of Buddha. Doris became transfixed.
Vacation. Good idea, Luke thought. Let’s see if I can convince this lovely Rachel to go down to the Caribbean with me.
’No, no,’
Doris said. ’Suppose he steals it? Why should we trust him?’
’Well, do one thing or the other,’ Steve said.
’There’s really a lot. And here’s his name, address and phone number. He’s in Manhattan. He lives here.’
’Good,’ Steve said, hoping this was settled. ‘After the play we’ll put it in an envelope and mail it to him.’
And that was that, according to Steve.
Luke was thinking about the famous play about desire. He wanted to see men and women fighting over one another, brawling about the emotions he reserved for himself. He was so closed off it took many visits to plays to get him aroused. But Rachel was doing it.
Doris wasn’t satisfied with Steve’s solution, Rachel felt. It was too clean, too easy. Doris not only wanted to do a good deed, she wanted a reward for it.
Like a missionary, Luke was thinking.
She wanted to see the expression of gratitude on Harry Carlsen’s face, the name in the wallet, when she handed it over. She wanted to hear the gush and praise for her good deed. She told Steve she didn’t trust the mail with a wallet full of money.
Steve was becoming irritated but he went to the bother of asking Doris what she had in mind.
’I could bring it to Harry directly’, she said.
Steve was thinking, and why was she getting all involved like this? Something to do with Buddhism?
This was Doris to the tee,
Rachel said.
’Some post office weirdo will steal it,’ Doris said. ‘I’m sure of that. And frankly, Steve, I want to experience the relief he will get. I want to see his joy, I want to see completion.’
Now Luke was getting irritated with Rachel/Doris.
’I could bring it to Harry,’ Doris repeated.
Oh, it’s Harry now,
Steve was thinking," Rachel said.
’That’s overkill, Doris,’ Steve said. ‘It’s too much. He owes you, you don’t owe him. Let him move off his ass. Call him up and tell him to come and get it. Or just leave it with the doorman.’
"’Oh, no,’ Doris erupted. ‘I don’t trust him at all. Fitzpatrick has a fisheye. Have you noticed?’"
’I don’t even know who Fitzpatrick is,’ Steve said.
When he looks at me, I get a creepy feeling. The doorman!
Luke thought he might like to take Doris to the theater. She has some spunk, being so bothered by a wallet in a cab. Maybe she’ll pay that much attention to me. But then she had this Buddhist thing which didn’t go well with Luke. Just shut up, Rachel, and let’s move on was he next thought.
’Well, what do you have in mind?’ Steve asked.
’I’ll think about it,’ Doris said.
The next morning Doris called Harry Carlsen and told him she had found his wallet, but to Doris’ surprise Harry Carlsen barely reacted.
Luke could now see that Rachel was committed to all the details about Doris’ game. He realized that Doris’ game was becoming Rachel’s and a great night with Rachel was slipping away.
Harry Carlsen was cool. Remote. That intrigued Doris even more.
’I’d like to get it back to you,’ she told him.
’Oh, just put it in the mail’ Harry said practically yawning.
’Do you think that’s wise,’ Doris asked.
’Well, what do you have in mind?’ Harry asked.
’Why don’t you come to our apartment and get it?’
Doris made the ‘our’ clear. She even mentioned Steve. Harry Carlsen agreed but there was still no expression of thanks.
Rachel stared dramatically at Luke, expecting him to say something, but Luke was wondering when Rachel was going to finish so they could get on with their own thing. Was Rachel stalling by digging up this story?
Come on, Luke,
Rachel urged. What do you think happened? Did Doris get the gratitude she was looking for?
I bet she didn’t.
Doris persisted because she believed in Buddhist principles.
Luke refused to get taken in and start thinking about Buddhist principles which had never entered his mind until Rachel started tallking.
So Harry Carlsen retrieved his wallet with a grunt and walked away. Doris was stunned, and then affronted. She told Steve she couldn’t believe the lack of affect in men. She hadn’t asked for much and she didn’t even get that.
Don’t put me in that category, Luke was thinking. I’ve got plenty of affect if I get going and a lot more if you’ll only let me express it.
Doris has a problem,
Luke said to Rachel, while he suppressed a yawn which did nothing to conceal his frustration.
A week later,
Rachel said, a beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived with a note of thanks from Harry Carlsen.
That’s nice,
Luke muttered with nothing else to say; but he was feeling he was losing something.
A few days later Doris wrote a note to Harry Carlsen. He wrote back, they arranged a meeting, and you can guess the rest: they met and fell in love. As she was about to admit the affair to Steve, Harry Carlsen robbed Doris of her jewelry and a large amount of cash and came near to killing Steve who arrived home at an inconvenient and inopportune—and wrong—time.
What happened to Harry Carlsen?
Oh, the usual, but that’s not the point.
And what about Steve?
Steve and Doris never got along. Did I tell you they’re divorced?
Poor Steve.
Poor Doris, according to Schopenhauer.
How’s that?
Luke said, sadly looking at his watch. I hope this is the end of the story.
It’s not the end of the story. It goes on and on. Doris says the human will is omnipotent and evil. It’s the cause of all suffering.
"I’m sorry, Rachel. It doesn’t sound like Doris is suffering. Steve is suffering. I’m suffering."
It’s all the same. Doris says everybody suffers until we stop the will. We have to control it. The less we exercise the will, the less we suffer. That’s what Doris says.
I’m telling you, Rachel, it doesn’t sound like Doris is suffering.
Ans then Luke let it out. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex with a woman?
With a woman?
Do you want me to get personal?
Aren’t you?
Rachel said. Luke, you’re dense. The point is, Doris says Schopenhauer has the answer and Buddhism is it.
What happened to Steve?
I don’t know. They split up. I told you.
"And then…and then…?
Doris tells me all about Schopenhauer.
You’re in touch?
Regularly. His life was miserable.
Whose?
Schopenhauer’s. He hated his mother, he slept with a gun under his pillow, he abused people, he ate in the best restaurants, he had love affairs, his philosophy was pessimism, but he knew The Way. Maybe he’ll get a chance in his next life.
Luke was exhausted. The women, Rachel and Doris, and Schopenhauer, had exhausted him.
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS
;;;;----!!!!!!!!!!?????? ### ~~~~
……….,,,,,,,<<<<<<<<<<
?!....,,,,,..;;;;::::VVVVVV? ====+++
#!;;?*_____^^^^????*^*%$%^$#
:?? ////????????\\\\\\\\\??????!!!
‘ ’’’’’:==++++((()))~~~~~III&*&^%$%^#)(*&^%$
(((((((((((((((((((((?))))))))))))))))))))))))
VOCAL
If I could write a song this is it,
I would sing it to you, & to the world
And it would go like this: aaallahagahafahagafa.
Isn’t it beautiful?
AT BAT
In the middle of a fraught move on the chessboard of Kismet
I wanted to know who she is.
You don’t know who she is? Look it up.
She played third but she had no arm.
But she played third anyway as I did second.
I had a much stronger arm and a lot more moral uplift
Than her five foot two self which she gave away to
That boy on the bench who was something special
Unlike me who just played second.
NO DOGGY BAG
I remember
in Hong Kong
a restaurant
could seat 5,000
which included
you & me.
But who knew us?
We didn’t either.
THE MUELLER REPORT
After two years of labor
the report was barred from discovery
like a whore in a greatcoat, neck to ankles
VERBORAMA
English Language, speaks me
Even tho’ Shakespeare got there first.
Now there’s a guy…
PACK UP THE BOOKS
Max wants to make love to ‘The Squad’
Each one or all together
If they’d have him
WHAC-A-MOLE
Max had a dream and was upset because the dream wasn’t about A. His distress is deepening because it’s becoming clear to him that he’s losing A in his dreamworld. She’s not there anymore. He’s close to losing any contact with her. More than ever he feels gripped by despair. He can’t remember the last time he dreamt of her, made love to her or even enjoyed her sparkling company. (Just look at the way she dressed and did her hair abundant.)
The dream, instead, and a big instead it is, was about Jim who gave him a LP record which contained two pieces of music Max was unfamiliar with. One side of the record was religious music which didn’t impress him in any way. He’d already forgotten what was on the other side. Jim came by and as a dear friend asked Max what he thought of the music and Max had to dissemble. Not lie but sneak around. He said he only heard a bit of it so far, that it was nice. He had to say that because Jim had lost his wife and children to illness and was finding succor and relief in his Catholic faith and now wanted Max to experience the same relief and in particular by considering making a presentation of the