The Muse's Advisory typed & spellchecked by Tom Riordan
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- Itinerary, Day 1 - Muses Advisory, May 22 – Visitor Center Clerk to Zeus Miriam
- Lunch At Dianas - Muses Advisory, May 23 – Miriam/Zeus
- Itinerary, Day 2 - Muses Advisory, May 24 – Hotel Concierge to Zeus
- At the Sudfa Bar, Nazareth - Muses Advisory, May 25 – Yusufs Buddy
- At the Sudfa Bar II - Muses Advisory, May 26 – Melpomene to Tom
- At the Sudfa Bar III - Muses Advisory, May 27 – Tom to Melpomene
- At the Sudfa Bar IV - Muses Advisory, May 28 – Yusuf to Tom
- Home - Muses Advisory, May 29 – Miriam
- Heisenberg Principle - Muses Advisory, May 30 – Zeus to Miriam
- At Kfar HaHoresh Archeological Site - Muses Advisory, May 31 – Zeus
- Over Lunch, With a View to the West - Muses Advisory, June 1 – Zeus/Miriam
- Parrots Prayer الببغاء في الصلاة - Muses Advisory, June 2 – St. Paul the White Cockatoo
- Pietà - Muses Advisory, Midnight June 2/3 – Melpomene
- Muses Advisory, June 3 – Urania
- Springs Eternal - Muses Advisory, June 4 – Yusuf to the Other Barflies
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Purity is what we had. All things had consequences and each consequence was opportune. Somebody suffered? Good. Somebody died? Part of the world's unfolding story that they should. Nobody thought about prevent. The world was totally dynamic— what came came, what went went. Ah, here's Cape Carmel now. You want to stir things up for old time's sake and see if we can't raise a surf to hurl you all the way to Nazareth? Oh, you've kept this woman guessing, Zeus! The look she gave me, she thought maybe I was serious. Itinerary, Day 1 - Muse's Advisory, May 22 – Visitor Center Clerk to Zeus & Miriam: Margaret Hotel have best view. Golden Crown Hotel have very big pool. Notre Dame Hotel—you see, Madame? She look like you, no? You are hungry after trip. Go eat lunch, there, Diana Restaurant. After, go see sights. Annunciation is biggest Arab church. Where angel tell Virgin she have baby. Or is St. Gabriel Church over there. Big fight. Everybody say, I am right! You are wrong! Church of Carpenter, where St. Yusuf work. Synagogue Church, here, is where Yeshua preach. Mensa Christi, he eat meal with apostles—in Bible, no? Lady of Fright is where Virgin see people take Yeshua to cliff. Basilica of Young Boy, very nice. Yeshua Trail very nice, go to Capernaum. Ilut Stadium is Ahi Nazareth football team. I am guess you are from Greece, no? So do not go to Prophet—you see, across street? Big guy from Crete break nose of owner in big fight. It look like this. Here it take very long time to forget. If you see man with nose like this, you must say, I am only Turk! I am also hate all Greek people! Lunch At Diana's - Muse's Advisory, May 23 – Miriam/Zeus: "I don't even know if I can eat, I swallowed so much water on Poseidónas's chariot. And what if Yusuf wanders in? What would I say? Those foster-husband years were tough. How did he get himself mixed up in all my meshugas?" "Water under the bridge. I'm sure it is for Yusuf, too. You think he spent these two millennia regretting what he had with you? By nature he's a loner, vagabond— who else takes on a pregnant girl as wife to raise the child of an absent god? Does that sound like a man who wants a normal life? And think about it— who walked out on who?" "Miss, I'll have the falafel combination, with cucumber salad, some taboolee, and two skewers of roast venison. To drink, a large glass of iced tea." "For me...fowl with coffee and plums? Is that a dish you recommend? A can of Diet Pepsi and a bottle of Neviot— from an oasis on the Red Sea, Miriam. They say you can taste the pharaoh's soldiers' screams." "Delightful, dear. I'll stick with my iced tea, if you don't mind. Do you see that Arab couple over there? Don't look! I think they're watching us." "We do stand out, I'd say— you with that zither, is it?—in your hand, and me with St. Paul sitting in this silly hat. After we eat, why don't we buy some local clothes and try to make ourselves blend in a bit? We're probably under surveillance by Israeli intelligence." "And the Vatican Order of Malta." "Urban legend." "Don't look now, but urban legend's peeking from behind that Commonweal magazine." "Ah, so quick! Here are the drinks! Shukran, nadila." "You're flirting with the waitress, Zeus?""The basic courtesies, my dear—" "Your basic courtesies are how Yeshua got conceived." "Sweetheart—" "I'm just a little tense.
Itinerary, Day 2 - Muse's Advisory, May 24 – Hotel Concierge to Zeus: It's sad but Nazareth's become a one-night stop. No tour-bus goes out to the caves. It's Hagalil or Ali for a taxi: Jews or Arabs, take your pick, they all will rob you blind and talk you deaf and dumb. That's just the way it is. No dig's in progress, but the watchman, an Armenian, will let you in for some baksheesh. Be careful! I hear stories. You two do know what they're digging up? Be sure you get back on the road by dark. The Egyptian cabbies, I can tell you, won't remain one minute after sunset. We Mizrahis like Turks quite a bit but the Armenian is sensitive.... about that awful genocide? So if you are by any chance a Tatar keep that to yourself. You'll pass, no problem, for a Greek or even an Iranian—though honestly who ever sees the snakebit Persians anymore? When I was young, they used to come here quite a lot—and they could spend! Kfar HaHoresh is a glimpse of what the human race was like before you had your Christians, Muslims, Jews all at each other's throats. The only thing that hasn't changed? We're still this close to Judgment Day! At the Sudfa Bar, Nazareth - Muse's Advisory, May 25 – Yusuf's Buddy: Yusuf—
still a couple hours till I have my first. Just want to let you know I think I saw your Miriam down at Diana's with the weirdest looking guy I've seen since Pat Boone came to do that TV thing— do you remember? Oh, she looked fine— so way out of your league, it all seems so impossible. How did you ever get with her? It was a fucking miracle! Oh, that's right, yes, the little matter of the brat. But hell, I would've taken her myself if anybody asked. Anybody would've. No, the guy was definitely not Yeshua! He was big, strong, older by the looks of him. A foreigner. He called the waitress “noodler”. He's got this mini shako on his head with this strange bird in it— a sailor probably. From where is anybody's guess. No, man, I don't expect you to jump up and run and beg her to do anything. Just thought you'd want to know. I know you looked for her. Somebody said you sent a letter to Koressos up by Ephesus. Maybe she got it after all. Maybe the sailor's just— well, no, the sailor is her stud. Yeah, okay, just one. Bartend? A bottle of Galil. And one more of whatever Yusuf's drinking here. So what? Fateema will find out, she always does, but here's my brother who's without even a wife to hector him. L'chaim, as Jews say. Here's to life. At the Sudfa Bar II - Muse's Advisory, May 26 – Melpomene to Tom: Why hole up in the corner with that dreadful Golan wine whose hangover's as famous as the Gardens of Babylon? Is there ambrosia in the fossil footprints of the dead? All that's changed in bars is that the blanc is colder and you're not allowed to spit. At the Sudfa Bar III - Muse's Advisory, May 27 – Tom to Melpomene: Let me guess. You were the last inspire of Sexton, Lindsay, Crane, Qu Yuan, Plath, Teasdale, Lucan and Berryman. You serve no liquor stronger than baneberry cider nor carry any weapon stouter than piano wire. At the Sudfa Bar IV - Muse's Advisory, May 28 – Yusuf to Tom: Sir?
Such muttering's a sign you're wearying of drink. It's time to think about another form of anesthesia. Don't look at me like that. I know I'm blotto too. The guy who bought me my last snort, he couldn't stay, but he could tell you I've tried everything to keep my chin above the shit. Of which mine eyes have seen the glory and my ears the same old story of the fight for love and Richard Cory, and all the fucking rest of them! No, the question isn't Did you have a stimulating life? Ask anyone: I did. By that failed measure, I should be among the blessedest of men. You don't seem a plodder either– no retired 9-5'er come to spend his kids' inheritance revisiting the patch of grass where my wife—there, I said it— got herself "annunciated." You've been around the block. The tip-off is your utter lack of interest in this sewer sink. My ex was right—Get out. But didn't I?—and look at me.Not only am I back, I'm back without a bit of wisdom or ten agorot. Spot me another drink? I'm sorry, man.
I used to know a Tom, I think. I'll go. It's just a shitty day. The guy you saw me with when you came in, he spotted my wife and her new beau enjoying dinner at the priciest cafe in town. You think she'll look me up? If I was her, I doubt I would.
Home - Muse's Advisory, May 29 – Miriam: I think our house was– here. Don't you remember, Zeus?The charcoal kilns were up that hill and Dad walked down that road into the souk? All these damn churches fucked everything up. When we returned from Egypt, both my parents gone, it felt so logical to take their place, so Yusuf threw a shed up, there, for woodwork. Yeshua said he still could sense their presences— Dad glad to see us safely back, and Mom, upset. I told him, "Yeah, you got that right." The years passed stormily. The boy fought off one crisis of identity and then the next. More rebbes, quacks and healers were brought in than you could shake a stick at, but each eventually threw up his hands and said, "He's got an imp in him! He's not the first child to come back from Alexandria as damaged goods." We couldn't prevent him becoming an outcast. In whispers people told their own kids, "Stay away." We tried to keep that from him too but he was smart and sensitive; grew furious. A boy who tumbled off our roof had just the day before called him an ugly name. When Yeshua trotted off to join his hippie cousin at the river, Yusuf braved being a laughingstock and thought it might be good if he got baptized too. But it was misinterpreted as checking up, a lack of trust. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Yusuf just gave up. I never did, and never will. Yeshua wants acceptance just like everybody else. It's not his fault he spent his early years abroad and had a southern accent kids made fun of; not his fault I carried him unwed. But he determined he would show them all! In the end, the neighbors nodded pharisaically and said, "We knew that boy would never straighten out." I know the motivation's selfish but I wouldn't mind it if Yeshua got the last laugh. Heisenberg Principle - Muse's Advisory, May 30 – Zeus to Miriam: Omniscience failed, my equanimity upset by fluky waves when I observed you sitting in the window. The icy mind has perfect knowledge of its galaxy, then one iota of desire shatters everything. At Kfar HaHoresh Archeological Site - Muse's Advisory, May 31 – Zeus: Incredible. These are the very bones I laid in far-off youth. Why is it I remember this, the work I did, but next to nothing of my thoughts? I don't remember who I was. Back then I bet I thought I knew, and think I do today, which all suggests it's only self-delusion. The things I built, though— look, still here, still saying Zeus. I'm not internal after all. Over Lunch, With a View to the West - Muse's Advisory, June 1 – Zeus/Miriam: “Dawn's gold and evening's purple on those hills are always in my blood— my first home after Crete, the place I went out on my own, began negotiating life with spirits, humans, and all kinds of beasts— became the god I am. You're native but I also call myself a Galilean. The lady at the desk seemed nice. And didn't St. Paul take to her? He's ready for some pampering. She must have planted fifty kisses on the poor bird's head...!” “Let's go back to the Margaret, Zeus. It feels like centuries since we've spent time in bed. So much has changed: a lot of blood's been shed; my middle galaxy expanded quite a bit. Your body's unfamiliar too, but since you're neither marble nor wear hooves today, I'll take my chances!” “You are still that pretty girl—” “Zeus, don't you understand
“Let's try the bed. Tonight, we'll try the wine and see what stars draw pictures overhead. Let me just say that if we do decide to get a little place, I have a longish list of pleasant household chores I've stored up in my mind to help us occupy the time.” Parrot's Prayer الببغاء في الصلاة - Muse's Advisory, June 2 – St. Paul the White Cockatoo: I bow أنحنيand never break. وأبدا كسر Allah is great! الله أكبر I don't stand straight. أنا لا تقف شامخةI bow أنحني and never break. وأبدا كسر Allah is great! الله أكبرI bow. أنحني I don't stand straight. أنا لا تقف شامخة Allah is great! الله أكبرI bow. أنحني I don't stand straight أنا لا تقف شامخة and never break. وأبدا كسر Pietà - Muse's Advisory, Midnight June 2/3 – Melpomene Her recurring nightmare: They lay him in her arms more like a lover than son— so long since anyone was sprawled across her thighs. He's a handsome man with a handsome prick she always hoped would help him charm a wife. Her recurring nightmare: Thoughts unmaternal blush beneath her veil. She hopes John doesn't see but his eyes too are fixed hard on the shriveled dick, the ugly way the scrotum has begun to splotch. Her recurring nightmare: Two of the novice soldiers casting lots had never seen Jews with circumcised cocks. They point and start to laugh at how the tip pathetically shrinks back but fails to find a place to hide. Her recurring nightmare: She's desperate to wake up but she still can't raise her eyes above Yeshua's waist, afraid she'll see a bare heart bleeding on his white chest, gray lips murmuring in prayer and dark eyes clear. Her recurring nightmare: His penis is a bloodworm but she still can't lift her eyes. It wriggles up onto his breast. She finally casts about for one of the others to help, but all of them are gone. She begins a long scream. The Contrabandista Hail to the ancient hat! Neath which our chiefs have sat! Kneel down upon the mat! Hail hail ladrones! -Burnand & Sullivan Muse's Advisory, June 3 – Urania: “ Psst! Mister! Miss!”a reedy old voice hisses. “I've been watching you! Come look at this!” Zeus scans the street, shops dimmed and shuttered tight for Friday prayer. “ Miss! Mister! Over here!”A bent hand flutters
“Yes, come in, quick!You see this votive tablet, pure red jasper, Yemenite? Its inscription calls on Al-Qaum of the air, the wine-abstainer, nighttime shepherd of the cameldrivers' souls in their disguise as stars; then, Dushares who resides inside the hill-stone hereabout; third, Allah-ʼNā, the primal god-man Greeks remember as Theandros. For 1000 shekels it is yours and I will tell you what the last three lines reveal.” and she at him, the urge to burst out laughing testing both of them. “Old man,” Zeus says. “There's something in your face I like. Your eyes and voice remind me of a monk I used to drink wine with. He often muttered about scriptures, scrolls— and baked the most delicious sweet rolls you could ever wrap your lips around! But we're not here to buy up souvenirs.” “I know exactly why you came! But this cartouche here in the hollow of my palm will tell you more about yourselves than poking into ruins! It reveals the distant source of all divi-i-i-i-nity! How light and matter mated in a million different ways to shape each leaf, each horse, each humble ant! How all life's surreptitiously related since—" above his head he draws wide circles with the charm— "an-ti-i-i-qui-ty-y-y-y-y! No? You're not interested? Maybe some fresh black-market caviar?” Springs Eternal - Muse's Advisory, June 4 – Yusuf to the Other Barflies: Don't act surprised. You all knew I was going to do it and I did it. Curse of my life, I'm such an open book. Yeah, she looks good, and yeah, I'm still in love, okay? And yes, I know I look like hell and badly need a shave. Life hasn't handled me with kidskin gloves. No, I didn't go and talk to her. What would I say?— “Hey, babe, your lover boy is back, you know I'm gonna make you feel alright, so ditch that creep”? This codger I ran into back behind the avenue told me her stud's named Zeus. I'll bet you anything the first name's Alexander— fucking Greeks and delusions of grandeur! The old coot was some kind of collector. For old family papers— postcards of the Nile, Yeshua's bleak MMPI results— he gave me this red stone and said the last three lines of its inscription will enlighten me enough to sweet-talk Miriam back into bed. No, not an incantation. Knowledge. Sensitivity. A man who knows what's in a woman's heart, he promised me, is this close to her muff. Here's what it says— the coot recited it in Hebrew, Arabic and Ge'ez, à la the Rosetta Stone. It names three gods so powerful you never heard of them and then predicts “The future is reality TV. Who Wants to Be the Next Big Nazarene?” You bet I'll try it out! What's there to lose? The Osbournes told In Style magazine it fanned the coals for them. I've got a dead-end life, no job, no kids, no wife. Maybe celebrity's exactly what I need. Directory: files files -> Answer True False 2 points Question 2 files -> Integer programming and game theory files -> 4 Integer Programming files -> Bpa vehicle Window Repair Scenario #1 task: Procure vehicle window relacement. Objective files -> Pop Warner History files -> North Carolina Inclusion Initiative Mapping Where Children with ieps are Being Served Purpose files -> Fall 2013 Spring 2014 Program Data: Standard 1 Exhibit 4d files -> Hanban – asia society confucius classrooms network 2010 request for proposal files -> Northern England’s set-jetting locations Download 1.87 Mb. Share with your friends:
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