What riveted me to the behind and beyond was the way that one object was behind the other, the pipe was behind the chimney, the wall was behind the corner of the kitchen, just like at supper when Katasia’s lips were behind Lena’s little mouth.
Gombrowicz’s 1965 novel Cosmos, the inspiration for my previous blog, deals with the introspectively demented interior of a young man staying at a boarding house.
When, waking at night, we could swear that the window is on the right, the door behind our head, our single orienting sign, the light from the window or the murmur of the clock, enough for everything to fall into place in our heads, all at once and in a definitve way, just so.
This isn’t the stuff we text about, that we comment on, that we are taught, but the stuff in our heads, the unnamable jumble inside, that defines us. If we could only make it make sense.
“Sir, you are a masturbator.”
“Ha, ha, ha, you’re right, berging with a berg doubly, triply, with a particular system of the on-the-quiet-berg at every hour of the day and night, and most eagerly at the family dinner table, bemberging a little under the eyes of my little wifie and daughter! Berg! Berg!”
Unsayable things said, untruth truth, it not it, something half of that, ad nauseum, that is supposed to be let be, sophomoric nonsense, bibble babbling, jimmy jam, like that.
I looked around, everything here below had changed, though it was still light – but a germ of indifference appeared, a crowding and abandoning. something like turning the key in the lock, and the mountains, hills, stones, trees were solely unto themselves and signifying their end.
It is something to find genuine writing, writing that isn’t contrived, that isn’t looking for a publishing deal, but as filmmaker Jafar Panahi says, “those who tell their own stories”, the story for itself, something that makes me think I have to get back to it and will do that soon, out of the morass and onto the bald-faced plain.
I pondered and thought very deeply, tirelessly, yet without a single thought, and I was now beginning to be scared, truly scared.