Achtung! -Bookmobile

Financial prospects for the firm of Busboys & Poets, at 14th and V, in this ecomony, do not bode well.

Murakami's A Wild Sheep Chase, $15, captures only, nothing more, per Walter Benjamin, the "memory of a particular book on a particular day in a particular bookshop."

Forty-two years ago, likewise, the Colonial Plaza incident (forced return, the double-album, Wheels of Fire, $8; similar to an abrupt no-rolls exit from Ronnies, Rte. 50, the Congress Inn across the road, first Florida pit-stop, in the pool, spotting low-flying planes angling for a landing to the southeast, a gargantuan tropical spider crawling on an arm) salvages revelatory wisps --

-- toward that expressed by Ludwig Wittenstein, per Adam Phillips, "to clarify the world as he finds it, his stress on [clear-sighted] representations;" to "just that understanding which consists in seeing connections," wanting "to understand what is going on in his family as opposed to the child who takes refuge in a fantasy life."

When fantasy isn't accessible - if it were, it would self-negate - connections are few and far between.

New Gods 4 is the key to all the Infinity Crisis; a distant # 30 elaborates Trinity.

Kenny Shopsin says "the way I choose to function is to pick an arbitrary goal, become totally involved in it, pursue it with vigor. And what happens in that pursuit is your life." --did you catch this is also the Baby Steps therapy practiced by Dr. Leo Marvin?

Just when you think there's nothing left to conjoin, Timothy Ryback, delving into Hitler's Private Library, reconstructs Bishop Hudal's diplomacy "to fracture the Nazi movement from within, to leach it of its anti-semetic toxins, to infuse it with Christian beneficience," (though, the filter propounded is only the racial, not the religious, anti-semetism, which remains, loss-leader-like, to enflame upon).

What's left around which to construct? -neither arrogance, rebellion, commercialism nor ideology.

Greensboro Public, unlikely avatar of revolution, offers A World of Possibilities, while here, oppressed, headlines in the local rag bemoan, "we know the Bookmobile's on borrowed time and want very much to transition to a different kind of service."

Greensboro, Yes!, One City One Book, "Imagine All the People Reading One Book."

A bright May morning in your hometown. Glorious flowerbeds frame ordered boulevards.

The Bookmobile's here!'

Attired in a crisp blue uniform, peaked cap, sharp lines of fruit salad medals denoting Winter/Hurricane Season campaigns (Camille!), arrayed above the left pocket, Richard Deacon warbles, strict, and kind, street after street, "Get Your Book Here!"

So-oder-so.

One way or another.