The Manager of Affairs

The Year of the Pig

a Case of Swine Flu

11:11:11

The plain man's interest in the muse is practical. It is the philosophy of wanting to know the value of life and how to act accordingly; but you can be sure of little these days and the problems I describe are evil. The old band room was always loud and I'd heard three great stories this particular week which was a good starting point for me to reflect back on the unknown qualities of life. Collective personal moments we shared in common came each Thursday night. We'd all kick the sock ball around the warehouse for hours, laughing our heads off and then playing our music for the rest of the night in this very Earthly space. Thursday nights were always cool, old brown stained carpet that covered the walls for some acoustics and Improvised music was played to the max; the smell of beer and spray can murals covered the room; a sort of Haight & Ashbury madness we had created over many years. My conception of moral thinking and the moral extended were one and same. However things weren't what they seemed since Swine Flu took control over our businesses. Our new manager had also found his real parents and we joined his celebrations; but it was the stories he had created, that we discovered later, that is perturbing. Distorted stories of everyone else's conduct condemned his mind for some pragmatic reason. The Drama created was as relative to a toothache, that philosophers so often use as an example, I could not understand or feel his pain nor understand the reasoning - but I was fucking angry, now I look back at the cause and effect of his personal qualities, dedicated to creating chaos. The 'Crossroads' quickly set in, as the manager of affairs shared his bastard virtues with others of similar weaknesses

the margins of the business dived.......

I had my full share of the intellectual arrogance of others wisdom and as I have hoped, I have lost it. Poet had told the new manager of affairs that " You'll be running this business one day " . If I had only known what a conniving self serving bastard he was and the game the Poet and him were about to play to remove me from my business. Guess you were given away like an old door mat. I have had the time recently to wonder if people are real anymore, their emotions & pity seems to be on display a lot these days and usually for unscrupulous reasons and I understand now that truth is only manufactured into opinions to satisfy some personal Human genetic fault. I could not comprehend what was happening: I had four wings but I was falling. A Poet's emotions, rather than a man's, is specific: and it is never quite disinterested. That is why Women with their instinctive common sense have so often found the love of Poet's so unsatisfying with such a prized mentality. My day would come though, as I knew this game had not ended and I wondered who would prevail as the final victor when the seventh alignment of the Planets finally came: the Poet or the Piggy would eventually destroy each other somehow and I knew that for a fact. Both of them could not be trusted so how could they trust each other. It was a game I had come to realize and I loved games

so I decided to participate in my own subtle way......

I recall this great looking Woman welcoming me into the showroom. We test drove a new car together and as I drove around the block I mentioned to her of the great week I was having with the stories I'd heard so far of personal triumph and with the great collective musical moments had only brought much happiness into my recent life. Well she said, "I have just found my father, after being apart for 28 years " My Mother had portrayed him less than satisfactory that I had thought was a reality until now. Magically somehow, she had found her Father to love once more? Truth is always discovered over time, Isn't it she said? I mean Karma does repay its debts sooner or later. I said to her " You must be excited traveling to France to see the Old Boy? " of course; Yes she said and then she mentioned two words, " Un-conditional love " Some comments in life are profound, they change your being and are delivered moments in time to awaken us to these subtle truths. The Love she spoke in her quest to find Dad was a great moment for me, she had kept reminding herself that love had not caused the problems of the distance in the relationship rather, the whole business would have been plain sailing she said if not for the susceptibilities of her reticent and emotional Mother who served as a model citizen in authoring his awful tale. It was a moment that I understood straight away and this sublimated my thoughts about these arseholes who believed in teaching my Children a greater conditional enlightenment, that for some reason

was only available to their consciousness......

So I had two people in this one week with great stories of emotional burden then triumph. And to top it off I'd heard that another good friend had found his life long lover Patience. Well I thought, the manager finding his Mum, my good friend finding his soul mate and this Sales lady finding her Dad; but The stories I have discussed were suddenly made opposite in intent for the staff by the swine who, with malicious indignation, offer them some feigned and created outrage suffered from my own hands. As opposite forces appeared less than favorable stories started popping up within our circle of business of orgies and affairs. I say Bacon is all that the poor drab offers in reality as his own life is so empty that, he could deliberately be identified with that mordacious creature that had been offended, in order to give others a sprinkle of his petty motions. I remembered of how Patience had written a Sonnet this same week named " If I only knew you " and of how the manager's egotism had stood at the microphone reading the lyrics aloud to the band members. It was joyously funny of how he had cried like a baby afterwards and I'm sick now thinking that we actually hugged him genuinely with joy, but then, we didn't show anyone the door mat;

I guess we needed more genuine values for friendship and life. .....

Great moments in time. The gift of friendship from really genuine People and I knew how hard good friends were to find. We know very little of the Person's we know most intimately. We don't know enough about them to transfer them accurately to the pages of books to make Human beings of them. Looking back on that week I do smile about the treasured moments that occurred in that band room but I ponder in my resolve; who would be victorious in the battle for the ultimate prize to discover some truth in all of this drama and somehow see an end to this year of such Oligarchy.

'If I only knew you....... '