Today is the sort of birthdate of Sam. Born on Good Friday, he said, but April 13th (or not as records were sketchy and he sketched a nebulous picture) is allegedly the day. But all good Samophiles think of him today.

So, then, a snippet of Sam.
From The Unnamable, which I've been thinking of a great deal as of late.

I speak of evening, someone speaks of evening, perhaps it's stil morning, perhaps it's still night, personally I have no opinion. They love each other, marry, in order to love each other better, more conveniently, he goes to the wars, he dies at the wars, she weeps, with emotion, at having loved him, at having lost him, yep, marries again, in order to love again, more conveniently again, they love each other, you love as many times as necessary, as necessary in order to be happy.

And in the back of the book, a yellowed little Grove Press thing, I wrote this in pencil:
the girandole above
our fireplace is beige.

Onwards to Asian memories and conjurations and newsbits.
Time for an annual holiday-related dig this:

CUTUD, Philippines - Filipinos marked Good Friday by retracing Jesus Christ’s last steps and reliving his crucifixion with nails, whips and blood.
The gory rituals in several parts of the heavily Roman Catholic country are not sanctioned by the Church as part of Easter but have become a magnet for the curious and devout during a week of prayer, shopping, visiting and little work.
Go here to read the whole dang thang.

Every Good Friday I recall the excellent tri-fold card I designed for V showing the roasting of the dog moment in the Philippines whilst waiting for a boat for Bataan. The running, chasing, clubbing, roasting of said dog a Perfect visual for this day when the curtain mystically rended in two. Symbolistic stew and swirling of spirits to You.

Stewed Love, not prunes.