Jane Unrue - Love Hotel

proceed in the direction of the shimmering autumn colors lake.

Next morning after breakfast I walked through the playground then the park returned to the hotel to pick up all my things to drop the key into the slot head for the station catch the first train home get back in time for work. However as if acting in accordance with the orders of an unknown mechanism operating from an unidentifiable location I betrayed my plan by opening up the guidebook after exiting the patio then taking turns resulting in my after quite a hike arrival at the waterfront. From there I took the (Transportation: Ferry) to the Summer Castle nearly hidden behind apparently impenetrable hedges. This one was the most romantic most enchanting underappreciated as the guidebook put it (Peak: Spring/Summer) of the (Recommended: Y).

From where he stands outside the gate the park appears to have transformed itself into a broad arcade of mirrored corridors that lead to spaces that have been closed off. The glaze upon his eyes distorts his vision. Marble columns

terra cotta columns

plaster

seem pulled out of their alignment

propped up. Smells of autumn leaves. The smoke from nearby chimneys.

Longing for a rest he walks until he finds the benches that surround the lake.

The park seems recently to have been rearranged along two overlapping axes that produce a pair of vistas. Space that once flowed freely into space now seems to have been cut up walled off into regions into which no one can pass. Is someone sitting next to me? He looks then looks behind him slantwise peering back at rows of glowing gray divisions separating corridor from corridor discerning statues that are still from statues moving under coverings he knows as treetops. All of this reflected in tall mirrors framed by spaces in between the columns. From these figures he hears laughing. Talking. Squinting he would swear that he can even hear some kissing. Generally speaking this whole place expresses attitudes of mind that are unfeeling unconcerned entirely ignorant of his suffering. Turning again

Real suffering .

he looks across the lake.

Unlike the park itself which seems to have been cut up separated into parts the lake has spilled into a wide expanse of brokenness. He sees it as a lake of heavy gilt framed mirrors laid down side by side as if across a surface that the undergrowth combined with what’s pushed up from down below has made uneven all the varying angles of reflection having come together in a glittering array of shattered light.

Like splendid papers hung on walls that hold framed portraits of imposing faces

Like deep patterned rugs laid down beneath the finest carved scrolled wooden feet

Like heavily embellished curtains drawn across broad windows looking out on what was grown there dug up out of there dragged off from there

I’d swear that there is someone sitting next to me right now.

we are reminded

No there’s no one sitting next to you.

Where did she go?

to look at something else.

Get out of here. Go get her.

Who?

Arriving at the castle on the main path from the south

proceeding around the corner to the moated gateway on the north

then through this gateway to the inner wall

through NORTH GATE into STABLE

past the east or KITCHEN front

through two more big gates down below

depositing me at last onto the SOUTH FACADE

I circled it

my rolling suitcase struggling on these old time surfaces

without apparent end in view but with a feeling of pure joy

enlightenment

deep drawn awareness of the beauty in the tragedies on top of tragedies that I perceived in this location gotten to by boat. As I grew conscious of such feelings my entire being filled up with desire. This new sensation touched me so profoundly that I wished to get as close as I

In other words I hoped I prayed to find a way to pull it deep enough into myself that I

I mean I wanted just to take that castle

lie down naked on those ruined grounds

my legs spread open

shove that castle straight up into me.

He has resumed his course. He turns a corner moving along as if this journey had been permanently coded into him by someone

something

situated on the other side of somewhere else. While there are times when suddenly he finds himself in places where the agony of being sent to there is more than he can

There are many other times when he is totally unable to abandon present circumstances. At those times he begs to be transported back.

When leading us up the FIVE STONE STEPS he said It’s just so lucky that we met .

It’s nothing to do with luck she said.

Atop of the FIVE STONE STEPS we hooked around the CORNER

NORTHWEST of the mansion. Picturesque bay windowed spot for peering into the DRAWING ROOM.

I thought I saw a form behind the glass. He took me by the arm. He turned us all around.

THAT NIGHT

NEXT NIGHT

when I got up walked out into the hall I found that I was standing at the door into the NURSERY

DAY. I did not try the door. I turned. I took the STAIRCASE

MAIN

down to the ENTRANCE

MAIN. I then went back up to my room.

No. That’s not true. I went into the

Fourth door on the left.

to see the little lacquered box beside the oval mirror on the mantel underneath the

photographic painting of a house.

Now looking through the windows she can see a figure moving down below contorted trees above the twisted roots that cover everything. She pulls the curtains closed. She lies down on the bed looks all around her at the floor.

Thus with the sighting of a movement that cannot be stopped has come anticipation of a cover of patina creeping over every surface like a shoreline onto which a rolling tide encroaches.

The interior of that castle

as the little pamphlet indicated

had at one time been an antiquarian chiaroscuro. Open framework open timber roofs elaborate chimneypieces in the hall with other lesser chimneypieces in the rooms. So many painted decorations. Finest frescoes on the walls adorned with armor

weapons

heraldry

high stained glass windows

plaster busts

Etruscan vases

pictures

tapestries

The castle

it was written

had been built up through the years

a tower added here

there

blasted

some things taken away

put back

torn down

Too tired to fight it anymore that castle obviously had gone behind the hedge allowed itself to be completely opened up then shot up into turned all inside out.

THAT NIGHT

NIGHT FIVE

I went down to the KITCHEN opened up the corner door then started down the stairs into the BASEMENT.

On the train awakened by another even bigger jolt

amazingly

I managed slipping back into that dream again.

Clock ticking on the wall inside the cottage I fell sound asleep.

WITHIN THE DREAM INSIDE THE COUNTRY COTTAGE DREAM I then was given information

somehow

that the dying of the little boy was nothing but a big mistake.

The little boy

as I was made to know

was meant to be alive.

I woke up from THE DREAM WITHIN THE

clock not ticking

COUNTRY COTTAGE DREAM

still in the OUTER COTTAGE DREAM

elated

dropping tears of joy

true happiness

immeasurable relief. I hurried over to the bedroom door which was completely covered up with vines with tiny blooms. I opened it.

My job WITHIN THE COUNTRY COTTAGE DREAM was Take that information about the life into the bedroom. Take it to the bed that has the tiny body of the boy on top of it. Then shake the body tell the boy that he was meant to be alive.