Axes of Twin Sisters Adair and Ghislaine

The adventure of twin sisters Adair and Ghislaine requires at least two axes.

The first axis is horizontal. The horizontal axis defines a plane. This plane is the one Adair and Ghislaine– and all their friends, family, and acquaintances, including those they see or meet, in passing or in a flickering and fleeting instance of joy or fate– occupy.

The second axis is vertical. This is the sky axis, and it defines concentric spheres. Here we find Oscar Wilde, Walt Whitman, Bob Dylan, now and then some Shakespeare and Sigmund Freud. These are real, and they are presence. But most of all this vertical axis is of the aboriginals. They thunder and blunder and shout with quick lightning, frightening, capacious, in thermals which bubble.

Alex Jones doesn’t fit into this regime, because jokers are wild. Jokers play a special role, in the same way coyote, raven, court jestor, and in the body– the knee– and in the brain– brain fart. Wrench in the works, plenty of jerks, puking into their mouths, because in many a broadcast network, that gives the perks.

Now I briefly mention Axis: Bold as Love, as to place Jimi Hendrix within the schemata I have introduced. Okay, Jimi doesn’t fit here. This is not to say Alex Jones is an incarnation of Jimi Hendrix. It is, hopefully for us, to slip a little Beethoven, jiggered with Prokoviev, a slurp or burp, a rumm rummmmble tigger jungle enflamed to blame, or a Buffalo soldier.