Harnett-Hargrove

River of Mnemosyne 
10th Daughter of Memory

Muse  1 2 3 4

 

 

muse 1

Greetings to you my acquiescence,

Regarding your last communication.

Yes, she had walked into the room + a minor chord went off in my head.

Regarded as a threat. Respected as a possible ally.

With this sound of doom impending i was already backed up against a wall, so I had nowhere to go when she marched up to me, held out a hooked finger close to the corner of her eye + hollered,

“GOTTA LIGHT?”

I didn’t cotton she was asking for an idea. At first I reckoned she wanted to shoot up carbonated water, then thought better.

In addition, the other night I saw a cliché within dreams. It was you kneeling in the silver light.

I need to know what you will tell the police when they come around. You know, collaboration  + all that.

Never forget there are entire books written without using the word gypsy.

See you in the ones I love.

I’m glad this is not a telegram or I could not afford it.

Don’t get up when there’s not another place to sit down.

Probably sooner then later,

yer buddy in the alleyway + byways,

Teansie  Wheeze

Muse 2 

Hey,

Your arrogance appalling + your loudly ignoring my correspondence, annoying. Transmit word to me, via post or send a gram. Either way it will be too late. To my advantage, I will be notifying the authorities of your ‘speciality' out in the street.

You must know that putting strangers into the deep sleep + sending them into deep space - puts you indeed into deep … Well, you get the picture.

If the road up ahead bends to the right + keeps  it there, I’ll be seeing her black leather and purple lipstick soon, just not counting on it. As you are eighteen steps ahead of her and she is two miles ahead of me that makes… well, just know I have lost sight of her + the entourage. They appear + dista in the most precise way, seemingly a herd of zebras skewing into camouflage at the right moments.

Quite unnerving.

Don’t answer the door if you’re not sure who it is, + eat only out of red cans.

Yours,

Weazie

Muse 3

Even I will admit that putting Gavroche into a theater seat — so when he gets shot onstage later, seems much more real — is a brilliant idea. The house will be murmuring that he was ‘just here’. The urchin did not wear noticeable armor as he was tragically mortal. However, all devices don’t go so smoothly. Some Burma-shave have gotten hit + will be pointing the in the wrong direction. And any way, the boy was simply a toothless angel in rags with his hands in his pockets + toes curled under at the edge of the stage without a kick plate. This Ain’t much compared to what prize you’ll receive. 

The Dada like messages require Dada like packaging if they are to float.  

The rub is not always coherent at times. 

It’s not over, 

TW, just another reluctant Titan. 

Or perhaps T. V. Titian? 

The brushes are wet, not sure of the subject, we’ll see before too long.

Muse 4

Okay. So I received your message. It was delivered in the Café Lutroo. The waiter placed it in front of my water glass while raising an eyebrow in expectation. The small envelope had been folded into the ‘finger’ suggesting the universal insult.

This clever bit of origami surprised me. The way the stamp was placed as the fingernail pointing up. How clever you could be. i was not angered, but finished my victuals before handling the work. By that time there were a few inquires + zappers looking over my shoulder. Not wanting to disappoint anyone but keeping within a spirit, I put your note into my jumper pocket and skedaddled.

Gotta literally go,

Your Weazer