The James Joyce Tower (Pornographic) / The Discovered Manuscript

In the reflection of the balcony door I look like a monkey, a gorilla, with my unusually elongated penis juxtaposed with the crane in the valley, erecting yet another building to corrupt height. Around it a jungle of newborn tree-leafs. When we were leaving ten days ago there was nothing but bare tree trunks that have now outgrown themselves into a constrained wilderness. I made love to you in ways, but before that I had to do my job. I put on a clown costume and went to the old people’s home. “Questions, questions, questions,” P. wrote in his text message. An answer. “Stop it, don’t you see she’s crying?” the old lady’s elderly daughter snapped and ordered us out of the room. “For fifty years I lived in Smíchov,” another lady said. A neighbour. Does she now that and that bar? Yes, she does. I am going there tonight. Questions. Would she ever again. Fresh-green. The impenetrable urban desert. My foliage. Things so easy to imitate. Would I wage war? I have my own sacred things. Made love to you in ways. Know centimetres of your body. Do you love my armpits? You can have them after I die. But now I am making love to you. Futile. Animals. There were four of them, with beards, one drank non-alcoholic beer. So what, I smoked. They knew how to say nothing, their faces covered with bark masks, faces that walked around but said nothing, could I make a living out of this? Don’t you see she’s crying? He that winks at me (I wink back) played a drunk sailor in the disused factory. His performance was appreciated by the audience. He played a man with no teeth. I made love to you with my teeth (is that at all possible?). The three wise men. “Why is beer so popular here?” “I don’t know… I really don’t know.” Just three days ago I was sliding along the concrete wall in Sandycove as though it had been covered with ice. The sea can do wonders. Looks a bit like “wounds”, but only on paper. It is nearly lunch break. Bought a book, quick. When we lie on our backs I can touch the chandelier with my feet. More like a lamp. The show was a success but not a crowd-pleaser, you know the way. Glad I am not driving. A bypass is enough to make him nervous despite his lung surgery. You know you have limited time of course. Had to finish my exam in three hours, my last beer in fifteen minutes. The barman got a call from his fiancé. Ain’t he sweet? Got some Fins here, love, can’t go yet. Made love to you laboriously, must have taken half an hour. Is that of interest? A. owes us both money, but his rich mama… B.’s on drugs again, but hey… I stood there naked. What are the polka steps? But you understand me, don’t you? I’ll fight for it if I have to. Not all clowns are funny, you know, but I will fight. Have you read the reviews? Love ‘m.