do you realise, the first white man said, we are here again.
indeed, the second white man said, how come?
how long to go until the end of the episode, the third white man said.
not long but that’s beside the point. we wanted to spend time with our corner sheep. quality time for quality men. the first white man had tea. we even have tea, he said, breadrolls would be fine, too.
so, the first white man said, it is us.
today, the second white man said.
only today, the third white man said, it is that we do the episode for sponge and crowd.
that’s that now, the first white man said, the episode. over.
if we enjoy them we should complain, said breadroll.
we should, said sponge, but we can’t. it is all about policies and there is none for complaints. at least not to-date.
no policy, said block of wood, are you sure?
sure, said sponge.
they had tea.
the dialogue had come to an end.
they said, said sponge, the lost episode was a particularily good one.
always the case, said breadroll.
typical, said block of wood.
even though they generally enjoyed these dialogues they also never complained about them coming to an end.
the little episode for today was lost in the post. breadroll searched high and low, sponge narrow and wide: no success.
block of wood meanwhile tried variants of his name:
blokkk oo w’dd
blk off wuud
blogg’o'woot
blog of would
blockock offally wot wha
if there are news with regard to the search we shall keep you informed.
i’d like to expand myself, said breadroll, too. that should not be an issue.
expand, expand, sang the voice on the radio, expand, expand.
there were talks of people leaving the story, some the entire storyline, but none of them was confirmed.
titicaca they said, herr brekst said, lake titcaca. that’s where i should go they said. lake titcaca, to go fishing for several fish, cheetah trout, tiger carp, hideous herring and sodding salmon, (though salt salmons they said they were). well, i got the hint. i’m off.
he stays, has tea and scones.
they say, we should break out of our our box as we are confined to the little episodes, as little or large as they are allocated, they say, herr brekst said, even though i am not too sure if large is the right word in this context. it may as well be lorge; or indeed bick.
block of wood was a grand chair or stool, as you like, but herr brekst, having said his line, still looked slightly forlorn.
sponge, breadroll and block of wood sat on chairs. other things happened, too. too much to tell.
same story, different day.
po et ry.
pooo entries.
pope’s entry.
pop try.
pe.p.
pottry.
that’s quite enough, herr brekst, said sponge, quite sufficient as well.
do you think so, said herr brekst.
positive, said sponge, everyone’s left; except me. and you.
herr brekst took a cup. do you want tea, he said. sponge did not want tea. i could make coffee. however, sponge did not want coffee either.
the morning had a hard time taking off.
uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing. uplifting. downsizing… i could do this for hours, really, said sponge. sniggered.
who said that?
what, said breadroll.
the bit with the nothing in it, nothing very uplifting.
dunno, said block of wood.
we agreed to be uplifting. what happened to the poetry project?
questions.
tokktokk, said sponge, tikk; and breadroll: wallawalla; block of wood remained silent; herr brekst sent his apologies and his love, the lot is set to arrive shortly. this should be properly discussed, said sponge, prrrroperlily, so to speak, as they say, with a schedule attached to it and the works.
agreed, said breadroll, but the time factor should not be neglected.
it has been negotiated, said sponge.
good, said breadroll, we are set to finish before the off-licences open.
wollo wollo wallo, said breadroll, am i right or not?
seems so, said sponge, doesn’t it?
are there three white men walking down the street, said block of wood, aren’t there?
i think, said sponge, so. were they scheduled?
shouldn’t we make sure?
shall we?
let’s go.
anything else? no? sure?
sure.
that was a lousy start, herr brekst said, in the week; you would not have such a start in, say, a novel. a novel, well, that’s something else, a novel is.
he used a big knife to spread butter on toast. union, he said, of spread and base.
sponge and breadroll said nothing. nor did block of wood.
at least we agree, herr brekst said, don’t we?
and morning and evening marked a new day and now night.
on the one hand they did not feel like getting up; on the other they had no intention.
they let a few men do all the work:
greet the neighbours.
water the plants.
go to the pub (have a few jars).
sit around in places, just sit there, drink something.
that’ll do us, said sponge.
31 May, 2005 