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Blood Meridian
By Mateus Roberts

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Alien Existence by Philip Best (Infinity Land Press, 2016)
Extracts:
WALKING WOUNDED
I sing of war, of holy war.
Torquato Tasso Gerusalemme liberata, 1581.
The state is to get hold of those who never had β or no longer have β a right to live in the state, and the state must turn their strength while it lasts to the good of the state. They must be fed, sheltered, and treated in such a way as to use them as much as possible at the lowest possible cost.
Charles Reznikoff Holocaust. Black Sparrow Press, 1975.
GODβS NAME EVERYWHERE
We must accept the eventuality of bringing the USA to its knees; accept the closing off of critical sections of the city with barbed wire, armored pig carriers crisscrossing the streets, soldiers everywhere, tommy guns pointed at stomach level, smoke curling black against the daylight sky, the smell of cordite, house-to-house searches, doors being kicked in, the commonness of death.
George L. Jackson Blood In My Eye. Random House, 1972.
REPETITION REINFORCEMENT
βDo you hear that blubberer?β said Korablyova, drawing Maslovaβs attention to the strange sound coming from the other end of the room. It was the smothered sobbing of the red-haired woman. She was crying because they had called her names and hit her, and not given her any of the vodka she wanted so badly. She was crying too because all her life she had had nothing but abuse, jeers, insults and blows.
She tried to console herself by thinking of her first sweetheart, a factory hand whose name was Fedka Molodenkov, but when she thought of this first love of hers she also remembered how it had ended. It had ended one day when this Molodenkov was drunk and for a joke had dabbed vitriol on the most sensitive spot of her body and then roared with laughter with his mates while she writhed in agony. She remembered this and felt so full of pity for herself that, thinking no one could hear her, she burst into tears and wept as children do, moaning and snuffling and swallowing the salt tears.
Leo Tolstoy Resurrection (1899).
THE PUSH
woe to the bloody city full of lies and robbery today i hear the beat of death in all things i hear it in the streets and in the parks you will all die you will all die you will all die from mayfair and westminster to camberwell and peckham rye riverwheel aflame london capsized and at night father when i pray you are not there you are not there you are not there all hail to the creatures and the sluts and the poor in guarded isles of midday devils all prancing to war money may fall and towers may fall and bodies will fall but theyβll still want it all and theyβll still take it all politicians profiteers all poison the well ride their rough horses headlong pell mell over layer upon layer of metropolitan sick
itβs a trick itβs a trick itβs a trick
so, woe to the bloody city that covets fresh fields and flesh within the cauldron this time is evil woe to the bloody stage and final blank page of the failed state that hoards its wealth and arms itself against the stranded and lost at whatever the cost whatever the cost whatever the cost
o gods, break their teeth o gods break their teeth i mean itβs the attitude that counts as well as everything else it takes you with me? i mean we should never compromise we wonβt get anywhere in life accepting second best you get it yet? if you donβt taste it if you donβt feel it, baby we havenβt come a very long way have we?
so what exactly is it? this grand unified theory of female pain and wet cement could it be the face that would sell condoms in a cunt? or better yet i had a lover once some men came by shot up the house she lived in tore up the place broke every fucking window burned her out she couldnβt tell me why i hate men and their violence their weak murderous minds
TWENTY MINUTE TEST
1) Undeveloped rolls of film. 2) Two last shots. 3) Leg fracture. 4) More film, recovered then processed. 5) Betamax. 6) FC = Fuck. 7) Some in colour, good quality. 8) Punishment beating. 9) Deep black bruising. 10) Witness stated βHis body was normalβ. 11) Expressed preference that girl should be βflatβ. 12) Wanted to see her stumble and fall. 13) βBring her downβ 14) Failed to pay attention and the lights touched her naked body. 15) Found burns exciting. 16) Had Houston amputation film (HWA). 17) Traced trauma to childhood accident. 18) Tension barely perceptible.
MIRROR WORLD
Julie was curling a young girlβs hair when I came in. She was styling it to be just like her own: wavy all round the sides and flat at the crown. But the girlβs hair was shorter and brown in colour; Julieβs was pure blonde. They were grouped around the mirror. Julie smiled over. He was a mechanic, but heβd always wanted to try his hand at writing. He was telling me this, and fixing coffee, as the girls continued to do their thing at the mirror. There were pictures of dolphins and killer whales on the walls.
VOICE-OVER: Iβd been having a recurring nightmare. Iβm three years old dancing on my motherβs grand piano. Iβm wearing her gold spiked heels. The grownups are clapping, stomping in rhythm. My ankles twist in the big shoes. I want to stop dancing but they cheer even louder. IMAGE: PRESCHOOLER IN UNDERSHIRT AND UNDERPANTS, DANCING FOR THE CAMERA VOICE-OVER: I donβt know what they want from me.
The shell landed near a food queue and several children died. A burning bus with a scattering of limbs and blackened body parts. Later in the day the queue formed again and the government forces fired again.
I am so fucking up to my neck in debt & so badly need to do well. This is not a bad thing to do with JJ & Iβm really happy for him. JJ gets everyone falling over themselves β I get fake numbers & stood up. Johnnyβs so well into it β making heaps of friends & as usual no matter where I am β I feel alone. Itβs not San Francisco, itβs me. I canβt explain this feeling to anyone, this feeling of COMPLETE DETEST for myself & this feeling of being so average. Iβve tried so badly to understand why & to make mother & JJ understand β but they think Iβm being so silly β but I really feel like this so much. Itβs a feeling of being so invisible, being no-one, feeling like Iβm never a part of something & never quite fitting in. I know Johnny has been all over the place since leaving, but he never has that feeling of no self worth. The most beautiful people become spellbound. He always feels he deserves the best & BECOMING MORE RADIANT and confident all the time. I really am not joking & this sounds stupid but I am so exhausted with feeling this shit & feeling so lonely despite being with JJ every day & feeling so low & so up to my eyeballs with debt β I sometimes really canβt be bothered to wait & find out what happens. I just want to disappear. I feel like Iβm reeling & I donβt know what to do. I feel so outside. Iβve nothing anywhere.
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