Aug 27 3:15/lc  (Towards a Community of Ethical Views cont'd)

2.
Now taking an ethical view of community, The Poet steals Toyen from The Stone Bell. They venture into the red islands of blood's archipelago: they build a hut for themselves at the edge of a lake. In the center of the hut, they lay sticks, build a fire. At the center of  the fire, a moral basis. They stare into the flames, ask of  themselves: would you open the door to this woman?

3.
Years before she writes her remarks on A Community of Ethical Views, Toyen  has a presentiment of avarice and ruin. She removes her clothes. She  removes the window and the leaves and the night. She removes all of her skin but for the skin of one arm. She removes the little finger from this hand.  She hires a lapidary to polish her skull to the size of a small smooth potato. She dips her ink in the well and staring into the pyrite mirror of her presentiments, she draws a Specter of The Desert to come: a single stark fin like a chicken's foot, splayed and pressed tense to the bed of an ancient sea, as if hiding something, or  poised to grab. It is 1937. The Poet will not be born for two decades. The Poet murmurs back and forth to herself in the bodies of two who will make her.

Toyen pulls on trousers, a suit jacket. She is in Paris. She is an open window. Night someone stares in , and finds her mouth agape, surprised by light. It is 1963. The Poet is a small girl. Those teeth fell out. Tadpoles pulled legs from their sides. The Poet stares open-mouthed at the flaccid penis of war: she had been told it took a hard one to kill. She believes it was about this time that the shift towards a pisciculture was accelerated. Even then the blue fish being born displayed a distastefully piscivorous bent. Their scales disguised a surrogate spirit.

And At a Certain Hour
          A common movement towards - cancellation of freedom - a swallowing of  the hook, line and sinker - a contained culture moves to contain -

And At a Certain Hour
          The Poet moves towards Toyen - Exhibiting a tendency that ran ethically towards a window view: simply looking out, not at anything : while the parallel response was

Entrenchment of blue fish!
          Schools of blue fish!
          The history of this: Expedient pleasantries
          The math of this: Cup of sugar = person

Good god! The two exclaimed.  So they went out , and the others stayed in the bathhouse with the devils. The small girl said, They are devils, and they began running -

They came to the red boat. They jumped in the red boat. They rowed until they ran out of ocean. They rowed until they came to the desert.