File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9902, message 238


Date: Sat, 13 Feb 1999 20:31:12 -0500 (EST)
From: Marsha Faizi <mfaizi-AT-rbnet.com>
Subject: Re: Mama Faizi's Cold Remedy--I am a nurse, already, you know


Dear Ariosto.

>> >Dear Faizi,
>> > What's with this rural stuff, I thought you said you lived in
>> >Baltimore. 
>> 
>> I was raised in southwestern Virginia. I went to school in Baltimore and
>> ended up living there for seventeen years. I moved back to Virginia about
>> eight years ago. I live in a very small town in the mountains. 
>
>  Are you serious? You tell me not to be so literal so I am not sure I
>believe you, but I will for hypothetical reasons. 

Yes, I am serious, child. 

>You have a garden in
>the summer? 

I have plenty of room for a garden but no time. I would give anything to
have one or several--mostly flowers and shrubs. I could do vegetables, too.
It is very difficult with one person. There is so much to tend. The car and
the house and the kids and the job are so much that those things alone are
overwhelming. I do not have a lot of land but it is nearly an acre. In town
limits but it is partially wooded. Given the chance, I would sell and buy a
property that could afford a bit more seclusion. 

One of my neighbors always has a big vegetable garden in the summer. He
slaughters pigs and hangs them up and he kills his chickens. You should have
seen my kids' faces when they saw him slaughter the hogs the first time.
Then, they cook the chitt'lins. 

>It must be fun living by the mountains. 

The mountains are beautiful, Ariosto. From my home, I can be on top of the
mountains in a matter of minutes. Before I became so tired, I used to drive
there often and I used to take the children to The Peaks of Otter to climb.
It is a very steep and narrow trail and, the first time that Buster and I
did it alone, he was less than two years old. I could not carry him the
whole way. I had to put him down to crawl. Poor little thing. So tiny and he
had to crawl up the mountain. He was crying but he made it.

The view is spectacular there, Ariosto. Just so much clear air. And, at the
very top, there are these great boulders covered in lichen. I am very fond
of mosses and lichen. I can stare at these things and wonder for hours
because it is hard to believe that life can sustain itself on nothing more
than air but it can.  

>Santiago which is
>the capital city of chile has as a border, the mountains. 

Certainly, I have never been there but I have seen from the map. 

>I can still
>see them from my grandma's house, she had a garden I remember playing
>in. She is still alive and I could be in touch with her more often. She
>is my mom's mom. She took care of us for a little bit after my mom died
>in a car accident when I was five....

I know how you feel. My best friend--really, my sister--was killed in a car
accident in September and she left these two small boys whom she loved very
much. It hurts, Ariosto. I feel the hurt of her loss more than her boys but
I know that they will feel it more when they are older. Presently, they do
know the loss but not completely. The younger one has suffered more. He is
the more devilish one. I think that a devil-boy is, in some ways, closer to
the mother. 

What are your memories of playing in the garden, Ariosto?
 
>> I like it here, for the most part. Everyone knows each other. The mountains
>> are beautiful. We have had a very warm winter this year--in the sixties and
>> seventies most of the time. I have liked that immensely. Not much of a flu
>> and cold season. 
>> 
>> Delightful. Just some rather weird stuff.
>
>  Like what? everyone know about your sexual obsessions?

I am an outsider here, Ariosto. If I lived here one hundred years, I would
still be an outsider. It takes about two hundred years of this one marrying
that one and that one marrying this one to become an insider. I work with
people who are insiders. Let me tell you, there are bizarre goings-on. I
mean, this is a Christian town. There are five churches on Main Street.

You look at this town and you could swear that you are inside a Norman
Rockwell painting. The barber shop looks the same as it did sixty years ago.
There is Ransone's drug store where, until recently, Willie Ransone
dispensed a whole lot of shit for the mountain people who could not afford
the doctor and Willie was not even a pharmacist. He just mixed up a lot of
crap and it worked. 

Buchanan has a pharmacist now but even he is small time and personal.  

Rex Kelly is the mayor. A motherfucker in some ways but he has been good for
the town. He does all the mowing. Every so often, he bakes muffins and puts
'em in a basket and walks north to south giving them out. I voted for him
last election because the other candidate has a son who wants to be town
cop. This town got rid of its cops seven years ago. They trashed the cop
cars down at the Exxon station and that was the end of that. We don't need a
town cop and especially we do not need a sex-maniac town cop.

MY sexual obsessions? That is a full laugh, Ariosto. This little town is so
sexually obsessed that it ain't funny. The town is so small that no one
tries to hide anything. They just conduct their affairs out in the open. It
is nothing to see one man's wife with another woman's husband at Big Daddy's
or Jerry's. Usually, on a given night, it is possible to spot four or five
such illicit couples. 

The latest that I have heard is that everybody is fucking everybody at the
local grocery store. I shop there every day of my life and I have yet to see
people screwing in the aisles but this may a lack of observation on my part. 

Babe, I know that I cautioned you against taking things too literally but I
am literal here, all right? This is what I have heard--that Bunt Harris has
fucked every woman who runs a cash register in his store. Really, I cannot
see the big significance of it since all the cashiers are probably his first
cousins anyway but, nevertheless, I was shocked beyond belief. I mean, all
these Main Street Christians!

Not to mention the factories!

My sexual obsessions are nothing to these people, Ariosto. These people are
truly sexually obsessed, even if the rumors are NOT true. Truth has nothing
to do with it. I figure that they are all demonically possessed. 

>> >I read a bit, cleaned up my cell and organized the papers and
>> >books that were all over the place after a month of messy posting. 
>> 
>> I know what you mean. I need to do that, too. 
>> 
>   You are messy person? It doesn't seem like it from the care that you
>put into your posts.

My one area of absolute perfection is writing. 

I do like order. The kids are less rambunctious if I keep order. For the
last month or two, I have been negligent. 

>> I am also a bit under the weather, so to speak. But I think that mine is
>> just fatigue and the usual depressive state. No big deal. Some Happy Camper
>> pills could help. Damn, are those things beneficial but I don't take them
>> often. I am afraid that, if I take them too often, I will become resistant
>> to them. I hold them back for emergency use only. Must be some really potent
>> Ginseng and Gotu-kola in those capsules. I am surprised that they are legal
>> but you can buy them in health food stores. Shows a picture of this little
>> guy wearing a green hat on the label. A little elf or somebody. You just
>> take two capsules and, fifteen minutes later, you got it made. Nothing can
>> bother you. 
>> 
>  Probably placebo effect, that's what you pay those huge prices for. 

I don't pay. I get them from my doctor. She can afford them. I am well aware
of a placebo effect. I was very skeptical. They really do work. Does
marijuana have a placebo effect for you, Ariosto? I doubt it. Well, Happy
Camper pills are real, too. 


>> >I
>> >slept too, helped my aching back and legs and bought some of that crap
>> >that's called neo citran, seems to work for me but I am listening to
>> >you and Don's suggestions. 
>> 
>> Never heard of neo citran but whatever works.
>> 
> must be canadian only, but I haven't taken it today following ny
>nurses orders.

Yes, rest is the most important thing when you get a virus. Sleep is the
best medicine. 

>> >Feel better today, coughing is going away
>> >but still feel weak. Should be okay for work tommorow. 
>> 
>> Keep resting.
>> 
>  I have been resting all day and I had a nice cry now.

Ariosto, please don't cry. Okay, you said that it was a nice cry. But I
still cannot stand your tears. I am a sucker for that. You know that I will
take all your pain for you, don't you? Without any sentiment or attachment.
That is my talent; my strange gift. I will take it and give you something to
treasure.

>> >Yes, I finished
>> >Act I of Celestina and while reading some criticism on Valenzuela I
>> >realized that Lacan's seminar xx would go very well with a reading of
>> >Celestina. She is almost like you except she takes gifts which is still
>> >part of general economy in so far as the exchange is a waste of
>> >resources. Talking to Parmeno she advices him that, " there is nothing
>> >more pleasurable than to enjoy sensual pleasures and to recount them
>> >and communicate them to friends: "I did this--she said that--we did
>> >these delightful things--I took her in this fashion--kissed here this
>> >way--she bit me like this--this is the way I hugged her--she came close
>> >to me in this wise. Oh such conversation, such cleverness, such playing
>> >around! what kisses! Let's go there, let's turn back here, let's have
>> >more music, let's paint epigrams, let's sing songs, let's play on
>> >words, let's joust...." This is true enjoyment she says anything else is
>> >for the beasts in the fields.
>> 
>> I am certain that this must be a better sort of philosophy than just lying
>> around feeling miserable. 
>> 
>> 
>> >Ariosto
>> Whoever I am, you are what you write I guess, a warm heart.
               
I have a sharp mind but a very warm heart. It is yours for use. 

I adore you.

Rest.

Shaheena-Marsha

 
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