jane dark's sugarhigh!: “I do not go to his country”

July 30, 2004

“I do not go to his country”

I know who watched for us, myself herself. He carried stories, he was a story teller, fabulous fairy tales for news agencies, crossing this world the next world and all the other worlds of this and outside universes. Yes. He sought stories, sought so that I might advise him. What did he want from myself was not mysterious. He might turn tables on me what of “campaign formations”, so he thought what he did think I do not care and did not, also that he thought I was a fool. He called me friend, he followed us, spoke also to my companion in quiet places, a fool, thinking quite places were secret, calling friends, friends, thinking we are so foolish. You are unlike these others, he said.

Unlike these others, what do you say?

Friend, he said, and there one could kill him, yes, how is your throat today, but I would not kill such a one, nothing. If he is dead then he is, dead, if his throat was sliced, why not pistol, who has energy, it may be said, of course, yes. He has disappeared. All people may disappear, as also my wife, as also my companion, as also other family and friends. Who does not disappear. This one day he came to our section, mister teller of fabulous fairy tales and myself and my companion lay under the covering. I said to him, What is it you seek from us?

What language could he know. There is a language shared, man to man, with woman, why he did not leave, and watches us, myself, what did he think, why he was there watching us. He knows, man knows. He was there. Thinking I am so foolish we are so foolish. Why? I do not go to his country.

-- James Kelman, from Translated Accounts

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