COYOTE SPLEEN

In Coyote Spleen the compass is in the hands of your enemy.*
There is a sign by the roadside as you enter the town:

All thieves, robbers, hypocrites, satyrs, owls, courts of owls, dragons, devils and soldiers who enter, will be unarmed.

This sign should be taken seriously: armed guards everywhere.
You´d better take care here. Because practically everything is forbidden here, people get their pleasure out of revenge, vicarious betrayal, the sick thrill of the tattletale. Unpaid informers are watching from the housewindows. Don´t move your lips when you talk. Dream Popes, comissars of the unconscious, keep on taping your dreams.





"Jesus was a juggler," tells the barkeeper. He is harsh in body, resentful in temper, pugnacious, and rasping and acerbic in voice. "And his mam was a Babylonian whore."


* After all, maps are drawn for those who believe in Cartography. Guides vis-à-vis the local elite, elitistic pilgrims, who run all the business both sides of the highway. Every hostel is situated "in-another-side" of the highway. For the cross-over you´ll need a guide.