I have lived in the North Beach section of San Francisco for many years and have experienced plenty of unexpected things during that time, but none quite so suggestive of the utterly weird doings of the universe as an unnerving, sneaky feeling that I have run into Jarry...or his spooky Doppelganger...or his actual ghost...on several occasions during the past few weeks. Maybe it has something to do with just having finished reading his bio...something to do with a renewed interest in 'Pataphysics...the gods of the Science smacking me in the face with the results of an experiment not yet even conceived. Who knows. But I swear its him hanging about in all the notorious dives around the neighborhood screaming Merdre!
And then a friend shows up with two astonishing photographs...the first, a well known one taken outside City Lights Bookstore in 1965...seemingly showing Jarry on the extreme left...
...the other taken outside Cafe Vesuvio, across the alley from City Lights, this past week...
I, of course, accused my friend of fakery. Insults were exchanged. Finally, we agreed that, given his imaginal power, Jarry has possibly built a time machine based on his specifications...and is using it...
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