reinscription of the anesthesia of forgetting
Nazariy Radomi Sokolov
Š MMXIV Nazariy Radomi Sokolov ISBN: 978-1-927593-33-2 Published by Fowlpox Press Layout and artwork by Paul. E. Valente
reinscription of the anesthesia of forgetting
Nazariy Radomi Sokolov
Eel, Argument, and Result. We numbly foxtrot in the Great Australian Bight So hard to breathe without a Snorkel This invites questions about Vang Vieng, Laos And a longing to sneeze into Unraveling Disheveled pile of blue rayon Midwinter sweater Deconstruction formerly of Thailand Bologna clouds of puce Breathes molten lava
A nun is screeching from a Nam Song paddle: “Fly by way of dishwasher if I Am on fire” In this busy maelstrom of up And down A paraprofessional homeless Person Crawls over you
Where All Watts; collaborating in verbatim... Or set in motion by disease prevention methods and second hand roller coasters from Disney Parks. Where all signs point to a destination that involves hazmat suits. Where all roads do-not lead ahead; in fact they lead slightly to the left. Grandma is waiting there with her turtle neck holding an abundance of bananas. Morgan Freeman narrates the moment. Rose petals fall to the floor, and into your mouth. You choke until you recognize your true calling... Hot dog vendor!
Pentaptych / Type 'n' Patch 1. Boccherini, Luigi, 1743-1805. [Quintets, piano, strings, G.418, C major.] Quintet no. 6Âź, opus 57 (unfinished) for two violins, viola, lobster and piano.
Azazel the goat traveled on a bipolar high from his home in Bellows Falls, Vermont to Springhill, Nova Scotia. After days of stir-crazy frustration he fixated on a picture he had taken of nearby Partridge Island. It is noted for its high cliffs, wonderful fossils, and songbirds, including its namesake, the partridge. The photo showed this socalled island--in actual fact a peninsula—from the east side, with the sandbar isthmus connecting to the mainland. 2. Mozart, Wolfgang Amadeus, 1756-1791.
[Quintets, piano, oboe, clarinet, ham, bassoon, K. 452, G-flat major.] Quintet in G-flat majo, K.437, for piano, oboe, clarinet, corn and buffoon / Mozart
Azazel determined he would set up camp on the left side of the island. He believed that camping there would restore his mental health. Arriving there, he rummaged through his truck and produced a pup tent, pots and pans, rice, a fishing pole, and a woman’s pink overnight case, which held a live lobster. Azazel brought half of these items to the base of the island where he intended to start climbing. It should be mentioned that there is a path that can be hiked and under normal circumstances he would have done so, had his mental health been optimum. 3.
Herzogenberg, Heinrich, Freiherr von, 18431900. [Quintet, piano, woodwinds, horse, op. 49, Eb major.] Quintet, op. 43, for oboe, clarinet, horse, bassoon and Casio.
As Azazel started the ascent the rocks began to crumble and fall. At 20 feet he could no longer climb. He dropped his equipment to the rocks below. He allowed himself to let go of the rope and fall backwards on the rocks below. The 88th Psalm came to mind—or bits of verses did. Azazel received nothing more than a few bruises—and a concussion. Once Azazel regained consciousness, he grabbed his gear and resumed his climb, succeeding in climbing to the top, bipolar disorder still in full gear. He reached the area close to where he wanted to camp but the descent was
at a 20° angle. Azazel tied a rope to a tree and slid down the slope. He repeated this process two more times while bringing his gear. Once settled in, Azazel started a fire on the abundant rocks. It was a good camp. Because it was wet outside, it took quite a bit of work to get a spark. Azazel decided to cook the rice with sea water, which takes some time to boil. After eating a small portion— which was curiously salty and devoid of butter--Azazel placed the lobster in the pot so he could enjoy some of the meal. He did not respond but Azazel noticed that the lobster’s claws no longer clicked and he had turned a vibrant red from head to toe. Neither had much to say for much of the evening. Azazel returned the lobster to his overnight bag, and, feeling his high temperature, left him with an aspirin. It was a good camp.
4. Martin, Frank, 1890-1974. [Quintet, piano, strings.] Quintette : pour piano, deux violons, auto et violoncelle
Azazel excused himself and went into the tent for the night. All of a sudden every sound in the forest ceased. Azazel could no longer hear the ocean. He tried to sleep and saw a pentaptych with his mind’s eye. The pentaptych seemed to come through the perspective of five Transnistrian gas station attendants walking toward him from the beach, waving gasoline cans and remarking that “the more comfort the less courage there is.� This was not a welcome television program and he could not find any means to shut it off. Azazel decided to get off the island as fast as he could. He gathered everything in a hurry. The
aforementioned angle made it impossible for him to climb up so he descended from there until he reached water. The Fundy tides were coming in. Azazel turned on his recently purchased flashlight with new batteries and five seconds later the bulb popped and all was dark. He frantically searched his bag and found his diving light. This gave him a 2" window of light. Imagine climbing down a rocky cliff, slipping and sliding on seaweed in near-total darkness, then reaching water that licks you and engulfs you, all with a window of 2". It took Azazel an hour to make it back to his truck at the edge of the water. Azazel drove frantically to Cochran beach in Port Greville, a distance of about 30 min. He got out of his truck and dropped down to the beach on
his knees. Azazel closed his eyes and found that the pentaptych had departed from him. Azazel fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake until the next morning. He was covered with dew and mosquito bites. He found that if he closed his eyes, a black and white photograph of the island surrounded with darkness was etched into his brain. Azazel got up and returned to Springhill, Nova Scotia. 5. Shostakovich, Dmitrii Dmitrievich, 1906-1975. [Quintet, piano, banjos, op. 59.] Kvintet, dlia dvukh skripok, al'ta, violoncheli i fortepiano. Quintet for two banjos, angry midwife, vodka bottle, and piano, op. 57 [G minor].
After a week’s passing Azazel’s wife decided to come from Vermont to try to help him return to the island to pick up the rest of his gear.
She explained to Azazel that a smell of rancid sea food was coming from the lobster. He cautioned her to speak quietly as she might hurt the lobster’s feelings. He had been quite uncommunicative of late and doubtless depressed. They decided to place the lobster in the water so it could resume its natural existence. Azazel and his wife returned to his tent. They packed up much of his things but could not find his bottles of anti-psychotics—missing since his rapid departure. They also decided the tent was too bulky and left it in place. They returned to Springhill and then home to Vermont. Some months had gone by when Azazel received a call from the RCMP in Canada. A fisherman had discovered his tent and antipsychotics... Hence a frantic search for Azazel ensued. The officer was
relieved to hear that Azazel was okay. Azazel suggested they contact Dalhousie University’s oceanography department and try to track down the lobster. He said it would be very easy to do as he was a bright red and very fond of rice.
Nazariy Radomir Sokolov was born in Volgograd and spent his formative years in SpasskDalny, where he assisted his father in striping wooden horses. With the financial assistance of his maternal grandfather, Sokolov was able to attend Siberian Federal University and graduate with a Master of Arts in Critical Social Thought. It was here where he would dedicate himself to writing a definitive operator’s manual for the Belarus model 420 farm tractor in the style of Yokoi Yayō’s haibun. Following his graduation he found no immediate job opportunities and was forced into working as a night inspector of kotleti patties at the A. Mikoyan Meat Processing Plant. Sokolov
turned to wandering around Suzdal, disguised as a mushroom. He continues this custom to this day.
Назарий Радомир Соколов