Carol-oates says keep writing —about chris, even if is bad, you can come back to it later and make it good. Chris was a son. Any son. But his son. As his father was his father. Remembering. Sons and lovers, seeming like eons ago, it too mixed two roles at least generically. Here, the ambition to bring back chris as everyman, and even now he is memorialized on Utube in the only play he appeared in Everyman. His name was Christopher Gundry, he was going to be a priest.to deal with him, it helps that for him billy signified both father and son, and the fact that at some time along his crisis billy- the father, gave him the only novel billy burroughs wrote “Kentucky Ham” , made the 2 billies suddenly 3, the third being a metaphor meant to be taken lightly shifted to the middle, but being a deceased boy, of Old Bull Burroughs, the metaphor had multiple meanings, depending the vantage point. From billie’s point of view, it didn’t matter whether the question of which of the three billies would. (As Christopher talked of himself as a sort of analogy to the Holy Trinity); as, though, on principle he sensed. He could reduce that complexity by putting billy burroughs into the position of describing his father’s intellectual acumen resulting from his own short circuited , frantic - efforts, to—resolve the objects—which he could really, only bounce off each other in a blinding back and forth play of reflection----and metaphors, as useful as they had been to his father, stayed opaque, a glass, through darkly, he could see outlines, and forms, which, did. Little to enhance the optic clarity which he so badly sought. He tried first person singular, and third person plural, always implying his father take center stage—which was declined, since, there was little known about how a metaphor of sanctity could be conjured up, except through the miracle of the Host tuning Bread into the Body of Christ----which really was the symbolic Transsubstantiation, the center metaphor for the Holy Liturgy. This was a miraculous , age old rite that acquired divinity. Through the intercession of countless of martyred saints. Sartre talks of St. Genet in similar metaphors, and Our Lady of the Flowers is a complex Divine, whose modern reincarnation is ------------------------. Very presumptively visual, existentially reduced, to scenes, gestures, appearances. For what? To keep up appearances, a posseaur, like the waiter in Nausea, who acts like a water, albeit, in bad faith. This image of a …, in line with a Remembrances of things past, gave an aura, to his father that the transition period of the old school 60-s was quintessentially, a derivative of the type of stuff that came out of the pen of Baudeleaire and later during the 20’s out of such left hand Gertude stein salon attendees as ford maddox, hart crane and caresse crosby of the Black Sun Press. There is a sense of timelessness that connects periods of insight, as the roaring twenties, and the 60’s came to represent, a time of change, something in the wind of peter paul and mary, and the visions of kerouac. These visions froze after the summer of love, but slowly, reluctantly, as if breaking the disillusioned hearts subtly unnoticed, lime the slow, almost silent crackling sound made by. The rye through which John Lennon s image became a dream lost somewhere on a tangential horizon. The three dimensionality reduced again to the one dimensional man. Angela Davis retained her Afro for a while,and lov-ins stopped in the park and haight Ashbury is just a Lewin landscape, without Freudian economy. Somehow, they became spectators, the Holy Spirit left them, and they stopped to connect, it wasn’t groovy anymore, now that people came together, friends and lovers became a single marvel, …billy grown up, his own dad, has been renegated in the shadowy world of a proustian footnote of a footnote, and hence a dr. Sax hiding in shadows of forgotten faded roses and sealed graves. ELO was gone, the bars still, but like santa monica boulevard—men drinking till dawn, crumpling cig wrappers, living to deprive so something be born, hotel california still, but only in the dark anonymous, yet longing, so that it would not be forgotten, blow jobs quiet and who’s on top, bottom, young boys need it special, speed, and pet shop boys its a sin was the last time they were together hermetically sealed, but they both went to opposite sides of the wring, and after the fact his father billy thought it turned to be a bad metaphor. Not bad, but untimely.