From the Journal of Albion Moonlight

[weeone]

August 16. I arrived back from a walk to find my room full of people anxious to hear the recorded conversation between Christ and Hitler. I threw them out.
This is the place to put it down, I guess. I'll write it as it comes from the machine. Well, here we go; I plug it in:

Hitler: Punishment? what do you know of my punishment ?
Christ: (he laughs).
Hitler: I take credit for my own guilt.
Christ: (laughs).
Hitler: What do you say to that ?
Christ: (laughs louder).
Hitler: (beginning to sob). Give me credit for my guilt.
Christ: (laughs still louder).
Hitler: (sobs). All my life I have been afraid.
Christ: (laughs uncontrollably).
Hitler: (sobs).
Christ: (continues to laugh).
Hitler: (sobs louder.)
Christ: (laughs).
Hitler: Please ... !
Christ: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Hitler: Please ...
Christ: Ha! Ha! Ha!
Hitler: (beginning to scream). Please ! Please ...
Christ: (his laughter drowns out all else).

Brutal natures know torment only when brutality ceases to excite. This is the new danger: how soon will they learn that torture of the body must of necessity give way to torture of the mind ? God help us if ever an intelligence such as mine goes over to their side !


It's a moldy book that makes me sneeze but my mom swore its importance.

[weeone]

August 18.
Her two breasts.... I am arock in the human cradle. I was not mistaken: life iteself is the only church.
Her breath goes back into my throat. I can commit no sin while I am God.

[weeone]

the Guilt Is God's

[weeone]

July 6

The entire population of the village assembled this morning to bid us God-speed when we set out again. Christ ! how wonderful everything is ! This country is spiritual in its beauty; the snow falls like wool from a great white herd - frozen pastures of heaven. There is an invasion of peace. Twilight found us exhauted but happy.

[weeone]

Their habits do not cease to amuse me. They have a little instrument called a bol with which their horses' tails are unkinked. Also, in the square, under a tall tree, they have erected a tower in which moving pictures are shown, unlike those we know, these films concern themselves solely with shots of photographers squinting through cameras at other photographers with cameras. Many scenes are made at once in this way; that is, camera-man A takes a picture of camera-man B, who is taking a picture of camera-man A - meanwhile C camera is shooting both A and B, and is in turn shot by D, who has been in range of B and C - while camera E, F, and G, etc. The villagers have their stars just as we do; this season it is photographer L, whose facial contortions, though somewhat obscured by his camera, did amuse me somewhat.

We ate desperately of the crayfish.

[weeone]

We made a big fire last night and the Mercedes went up in it. Luckily only Christ was sleeping there - I wish nothing could hurt me.

[weeone]

'Let me call you sweetheart,
I'm in love with you...
Let me hear you whisper
That you love me too.'

[weeone]

I smoke too much. I light a cigarette every time I want to touch someone. People do not want hands on them. They are afraid of the touch of their own hands. Some of you will hate my book, for I insist on touching you. Walt Whitman did not want to touch people; he wanted to paw over them. A man has a privacy and a woman another privacy. He did not know this because he always wrote as though he stood in a public room, a sort of bath house where fat men massaged slim youths. He spent his time putting soap on the backs of schoolboys, but he never rubbed them clean. I do not say that he was a homo-sexual: no, he was a homeless-sexual. Americans run to this sin. They slap women on the back and offer cigars all around. And she - guileless female - is forever lifting her dress at the wrong time: be patient, not now, that can wait until we are alone in a room with the requisite bed - we are, you know, not monkeys in a zoo, conducting all our affairs with our pants down.

[weeone]

I am physical. It is time
I feel the rain. to take
I feel the sun. these bastards
I feel the wind. into
I feel the snow. my confidence.
I am without blemish. They will
I fear God. love me
I fear your God. applaud me
I fear my God. hate me
I will shake your hand or cut your throat.
I bake poisonous fish in my oven. but they
Drink my blood. won't
Eat of my flesh. ever
I have power. forget
I have love. me.
I am a young man. I give
I am a thousand years old. them
I will not humble myself. a look.