WHEN DEATH COMES, IT WILL HAVE YOUR EYES (Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi )
I once knew a man who knew a man
who had seen F. Scott Fitzgerald
drinking a milkshake in a drug store
(vanilla or chocolate he couldn't be sure)
flicking idly through a magazine
( no he didn't know which magazine )
in the company of some blonde.
"I'll never forget what he said!"
"Let's go to the supermarket Shelia!" he said.
And that's it? "That's it!"
His voice caressed each syllable
as if he were on stage.
But he was like a man becoming a manakin
like in that episode of The Twilight Zone
you know the one?"
In a future that had as yet to happen.
"I don't know what I had expected..."
The man who knew the man who knew the man
who had seen and heard F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Maybe a Gatsby or a Gatsby
who had survived the novel's tragic ending
and wished he hadn't!"
Here now at home
Mr. Fitzgerald sits in his armchair
eating a chocolate bar checking out next year's
Princeton football team.
suddenly like a puppet yanked on a string
he stands up hand on mantlepiece
like some bad acting in a silent movie
before falling to the floor.
He will never get up.
Nick and Gatsby come stand by his dying.
So do Monroe Stahr and Kathleen Moore
even though words fail them.
Yet they now more real than he.
Monroe reads some last scribbled lines.
"There was a flutter from the wings of God
and you lay dead.
Your books were in your desk I guess
and some unfinished chaos in your head
was dumped to nothing by the great janitress of
Gatsby closes his eyes.
WHEN DEATH COMES, IT WILL HAVE YOUR EYES(Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi )is of course the wonderful poem by Cesare Pavese.
Monroe and Kathleen are from Scott's last and unfinished novel THE LAST TYCOON. I also knew a guy who knew a guy who peed beside Richard Brautigan. He was so in awe as to who was at the next ****** that he peed all over the top of his shoes.