Stille Nacht

Concerning the Moon's Odd Designs by David McGrath

The moon is been with me a source of interest and pleasures since the science of space was presented to me at the age of ten, or some space around there. It was, I believe, the myrocrisiam area that, in photos from books and also in my own power reflector first fixed my fascination with the moon's surface features. The areas of dark plains, however, were merely beautiful  and sublimly abstract. It was in last year's fall - the fall of 1977 that , after a long lapse, the moon's silver splendor was all defined and revealed itself in an unexpected and unsettling manner. The three-powered binocular at my disposal allowed me only the broad and general outlines of the orb. Nevertheless, I fixed with rabid enthusiasm and humorless detachment upon those details. Nothing in books, or very scant information in books, prepared me for the obscene drama that was now obviously present. For the mirror formed picture of vestral fixation and perversion which is, all too sad to say, directly related to my life and its unhappy history - the dirty transvestite looking at the stem stalking tube, up at the rabbit come little boy, the trinity of characters I says that this power very convenient to behold, very amusing, pleased and and made curious too by this travesty or luna freeze, more so startled because this moon scene of carnality is very recognizable as my own, albeit altered family history. Incredibly the plateau area bore my features, and also did this region bear the features of my mother and a montage of peenism and fixations. It seems as if  the embrium, an ocean of storms are a match on the right side of my face. Only the palm of a waning moon is my family's musical hat fully displayed. The wanimg moon displayed her gifts of prophecy to me one evening in that the dog I was currently being chums with was there looking up into his/her masters face, admiring the 88 player. His masters, or actually hers - this dog is what is termed
'the lady of the moon', and also the split or vague and ambiguous nature of the moon was provided by a further representation of Keta, ny canine chum in the sea of fecundity, having heated argument with my step-father, whose face were on the other end of the fecundity. This face bears the nature monkhead and dunkof and is also a double for a figurehead below it sipping from obviously a cup of coffee. This was all surprising, and yet vague at times because of different phasing and my conjunction with the moon's theatrics. But the further truth was revealed to me in a tablebook of lunar typography, whereby the moon were inverted or astronomically depicted customarily, as is usual in science. I saw then what was somewhat obviously my gran-mother at her sewing machine in a full moon spread out - so very much like the scene I saw when I was eleven and living with her in Minnesota.