Sunday, April 6, 2014

Bessy Kitzelman, from The Ward Street Chronicles

...for all their voices rose into the air in a mighty chorus singing - "Remember me, Remember me, 'til thou send thee to the land beyond the land, Remember, Remember, Remember me...
...and the one I heard above the rest was the voice of Bessy Kitzelman. Yes, young Bess Kitzelman, just out of the loony bin up in Norristown.
She dwelt in a Spinozistic frenzy under a species of eternity where the rest merely resided in a shared common space with its roof and its limits. Dancing on the grass of her parents' tiny yard she was boundless, knew an exhaltation not felt by any princess or potentate. Her's was an expression beyond the public appetite - they understood her not. Her presence was an irritant to their sensibility. Her enthusiasms exceeded the boundaries of their minds. At a later date, they would have drugged her and made of her a vacant robot. As it was they froze her in ice baths and administered their electronic treatments, pronounced her sane and sent her home, inevitably inviting a further frenzy, and so it went, back and forth, in and out of the loony bin like a yoyo on a string...
while just across the street lived the Kirkprides with their precious little dog Oogie, and their Parrot, Polly...but for  Bessy, as the moment arose it dissolved, seemingly never having been, the world had been constituted of a series of disappearing moments, not ever having, perhaps, appeared at all. And had they appeared, what was it that they had been had they been at all? These were questions that haunted her mind, and there had been none to whom she might speak of these matter or no matters. It was, she had often said, her dilemma, no one else's dilemma. And yet the past continued to increase, she would note, even as the future decreased, so there must be something to it, she reasoned, something more than a figment in the mind of God.

...to be continued...

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