Saturday, July 29, 2006

everywhereman

[photo by kaplan harris]


Is there a guy you see walking all around Washington, wherever you go, and whenever you go there? Is he dressed in a coat but no tie? Does he have dark hair, is he "swarthy" in regard to his stubbly face, does he limp a bit, or stumble? Do you see him hopping off the bus right outside of your apartment building, outside the coffee shop with the newspaper under his arm, at the bar at the Tabard Inn, where a group of television journalists greet him with raised glasses? And I'm not talking about Blelvis, either, the Black Elvis. Maybe it's this --- maybe *you* are the person *he* sees all around town. Crossing the street, coming out of the Circle, bending down to tie your shoe. Hoisting a beer, buying a movie ticket, opening an umbrella in the rain. Is he The Aimless or are we The Aimless? Do we know ourselves anymore or do we lead secret lives, so secret, we don't even know them ourselves?

For the answer to those and other questions, join us for the next edition of Drink & Walk. By the end of the night, as some of you already know, the guy you see walking all around Washington usually turns up, at the Black Cat, for a beer. Even though he doesn't attend Drink & Walk, he does attend Drink & Walk, and it raises the question of whether we are attending our own gathering, or not. Confused? Beer helps. Tequila helps. Scotch helps. As does a Long Republican Winter Kit, which includes a set of earplugs, a flask of fermented beverage, a blindfold, a last meal request form, a pencil, a pair of chocolate undershorts, and assorted perverse diagrams.



[first posted 17 january 2006]

10 Comments:

Blogger DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Mr. WallVis,

That is Wallace + Elvis. What say ye of everywhere man? Is that you? Is that you? Is that you?

BA

1:51 PM

 
Blogger mark wallace said...

Come on now. You know it's YOU. Stop following me around town or else. I don't even live there anymore.

5:02 PM

 
Blogger DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

We toasted you last night because we forgot to toast you at the ballgame. I gave the cameraman the middle finger, though, an act that is now legendary, among us. That is, we believe that I was on national tv, giving the middle finger. BA

1:10 PM

 
Blogger mark wallace said...

Well, things are only legendary when you can't prove them. Do you have footage? I mean, there's more than one camera at a ball game.

In any case, it's the gesture that counts, back with the finger and with the toast.

Dog days, indeed. Where's that footage? I want that damned footage. That and the rat.

5:43 PM

 
Blogger mark wallace said...

I mean "both with the finger and the toast."

5:43 PM

 
Blogger DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

Dude, I can barely comprehend you. It must be the heat out west. But now that we have your heat out east, maybe I will begin to understand you. We both must be at the same temperature to understand one another. So here goes. BA

10:17 AM

 
Blogger Ryan W. said...

James Schuyler wrote a poem about everywhereman... I read it and thought this is the very image of our dc everywhereman...

Royals

Called dog men,
they go out and have encounters.
Their blue eyes pick up and discharge
the green of their jackets, or ties.
Men with clear-green eyes unnerve angels.

Or perhaps they are unnerving as angels.
It is certain they are not angels.
They may be of another order,
between us and heaven like the atmosphere
between us and the sky, appointed
to clarify deathbed facts.
Unable to talk to us,
they know about us and argue about the facts
and the motives we may not know ourselves.
Their arguing might be clarifying
to those who know them whome they do not know
as they know us who do not know them.
We see them of course,
talk with them and even touch them,
are struck by their glances.

We show them our secret, however ill-kept.
They tell us nothing about themselves.
They seem to tell everything,
what they are is obvious when we see them.
We accept as facts our conjectures about them
we were not aware we had made.
They help make real our conjectures.

They live in rooms around town
and perhaps are what we become for a part of life
without knowing afterward.
This is no stranger than their rooms,
the inside of a cloud of red dust (it is, howeve, a room),
a room grown with lichens with a moon in it,
or wherever we pass them, or a roof.

(from Freely Espousing)

12:03 PM

 
Blogger mark wallace said...

The Beatles song is about him too:

"He's a real everywhere man/sitting in his everywhere land/making all his everywhere plans/for everybody

1:50 PM

 
Blogger DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

There are some other features to everywhere man -- (1) everywhere b.o. (2) everywhere crack and (3) everywhere confusion. Those three things, also, are everywhere. ba

9:16 AM

 
Blogger mark wallace said...

It's a little cooler here today, so I can't quite understand you. But almost, my friend, almost.

10:53 AM

 

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