ANOTHER ATROCITY

 

A History of Nothing. Many things preoccupied him during this time in the sun: the plasticity of visual forms, the image maze, the need to re-score the central nervous system, pre-uterine claims, the absurd - i.e., the phenomenology of the universe … All considerations of motive and responsibility were eliminated from the questionnaire. Results (percentile of 272 patients): Jacqueline Kennedy 62 percent, Madame Chiang 14 percent, Jeanne Moreau 13 percent, Princess Margaret 11 percent. In some weird way they would coalesce, giving birth to deformed sections of her lips and armpit, the junction of thigh and perineum. On the bunkers the painted figure of the screen actress mediated all time and space to him through her body. Tulloch shouted at me to go back to the Park Hotel.

Non-Communicating Dialogue. 'In death, yes. That is, an alternate or "false" death. His real target is yourself.’ Irritated as always by Nathan, she brushed past the police detective who tried to block her way and ran into the forecourt. Koester's eyes had moved across her body in the same transits when she blundered into the film crew outside the multi-storey car park. During this period, as he sat in the rear seat of the Pontiac, Travis was preoccupied by his separation from the normal tokens of life he had accepted for so long. The landscape of highways obsessed him, the rear mouldings of automobiles. He remembered these pleasures: the conjunction of her exposed pubis with the polished contours of the bidet; the white cube of the bathroom quantifying her left breast as she bent over the handbasin; the mysterious eroticism of the multi-storey car park, a Krafft-Ebing of geometry and posture; her flattened thighs on the tiles of the swimming pool below; her right hand touching the finger-smeared panel of the elevator control.

Five Hundred Feet High. This former day-patient, Vaughan, he had often seen in the back row of his classes, or moving through the other students in the library forecourt at some private diagonal. At the next filling station, while Vaughan was in the urinal, he drove off alone. As they circled overhead the shells of the vehicles lay in the dusk like the crushed wings of an aerial armada. She returned after a fruitless search among the cafés to find the furniture removed from the apartment. As she parked the car, Karen Novotny could see the silver bowls of the three radio telescopes above the trees. Incidence of neurosis in new-car families is also markedly less.