My Unpublished Novel
Oort Cloud Reviews news  Oort Cloud Reviews news  Oort Cloud Reviews news   

Other Things
My Music
Tweets for Writers
The Alzabo Circle
Time Travellers
Panorama Mama



Brother Theodore page 9 Ernest Samuel Llime

Brother Theodore
Ernest Samuel Llime - March 2009, Woodhaven

Sometime in the second half of the 70's, I got to sit in on one of Brother Theodore's rants. It left me feeling a lot like I felt lying in a dark field just before dawn on October 24, 1973 while my tank was burning.

I came to New York on December 15, 1975 after living for 14 years in the land of Israel which took place 14 years after I was born in a country named Romania. I have always been a dreamer, a stargazer, a somewhat displaced human and I am still not sure that I truly belong HERE (doesn't matter how you define that.) Looking at myself in my mind's eye I see a Candide, a Billy Pilgrim, a Michael Valentine (before he fully grokk-ed humans.)

I don't think anyone can imagine the impact that day to day life in America had on me (even I cannot and I've lived through it.) My English was improving constantly and the time came when I could finally understand what Dylan was singing about. It got so good that I could even understand every one of Zappa's words (with or without the Mothers) even though I still had no idea what the Hell he was saying. Saturday Night Live - which I watched religiously looking for clues - was in its most potent incarnation.  There was a guy on 5th avenue protesting his status as a battered husband and another guy who dyed his head with shoe polish to simulate hair, and played a drum kit on the sidewalk. Every day, in front of 550 5th avenue (that used to belong to the Shah of Iran) there was a crowd of Iranian protestors who took turns torturing and hanging each other in order to point out the injustices in their country. I was catching up on music by listening to The Fugs and Captain Beefheart.

In the present, I feel that I have made great progress understanding American humor. I read most - maybe all - of Robert Anton Wilson's writings, I saw "Abel Raises Cain" and I met Alan Abel (he claims he didn't do the "battered husband" gig.)

< Previous Page Shorts Next Page >
Ernest Samuel Llime Book Store