fiction | David Fekete

QUOTIDIAN IDIOTS

Most people use the word, “idiot,” and do not know it is a compliment. It means “self,” in Latin. An idiot is someone who is so totally unique that no one has ever seen the likes of them before. I call that a compliment!

I hope that people see me as an idiot. And if you, yourself, have ever felt like an idiot, The Dave says, “Good for you!”

When I paid my bill, Friday night, my server asked me,
1) “What are you DOING here, if I may ask” and
2) “May I?” look at THE FOUR ELEMENTS: Seasons Bleeding into Existence.

I was stupefied that they read more than the first three sentences; my writing style is quite idiomatic to only me.

Then, I asked them what they were doing for the remainder of the night. What followed was a stupendous, spectacular free-style slam verbal improvisation that riffed off of my story, mentioned tv by pixels and being pixilated (The Ghost and Mr Chicken, Don Knots), in short, going home and chilling. Chilling never sounded so stupendous.

I was stupefied, again, and sat silent with a stupid look on my face trying to process it all. I hope they felt idiotic, in a good way, because I assure you, I’d met a Realized Man, in the generic use of man, as German Mensch, which is a non-gendered noun. Girls can be Menschen.

Unfortunately, I did not have my poetry book on hand, LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man. But my server took the flyer for THE FOUR ELEMENTS, so they know how to reach me.

No way to work Jack Reacher into this.

For us, it’s not a matter of fitting in. It would do us damage to be the commodity that fits in–damage our oddity. We need to be Ionic, in the sense of Plato’s Ion, the artist. We need to be Ionic magnets and attract the likes of us to our own society, social structure. Let THEM fit in with US; if us and them is what it comes to.

ENIGMATIC DR DAVE ENTERPRISES, PRELUDED–Sole Proprietorship.

THE SAD SOCIETY YOU AND I WRITE IN

I dropped off my Poetry book, LINES DRAWN AUTHENTIC: A Realized Man, with a major bookstore national chain in my city. It is already in the online system, but this particular store in a big mall does not have it on their shelves. If they accept it, I will do a 2-day book signing.

I have my head on straight. The bookstore will be making a BUSINESS DECISION, only. They will decide if their customers would likely buy it–WHETHER IT WOULD SELL THERE.

I have confidence in the Literary value of my Art. I hope you do. I hope that you labor hard at Los’ Anvil–William Blake’s fictitious mythic giant symbolizing the Creative process. I hope you do not settle for less than as perfect as you can make your Art. That’s how I work.

So far, however, I’m about the only one who believes that my Art has significant meaning. It’s a hard place to be. Maybe it’s where you are, too?

It puts us in a hard place. The same place F. Scott Fitzgerald was in, and died in. THE GREAT GATSBY did not even sell out the first edition. Fitzgerald died thinking he was a failure as a serious writer. He WAS popular. He WAS rich. But he made most of his money writing comic short stories in magazines like our VANITY FAIR; or VOGUE. Not “great literature.”

Hemingway, his friend sold millions of books, was rich and famous, AND was considered a great Literary figure in his own lifetime. THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA won Hemingway a Nobel Prize. Fitzgerald had none of this. He was like most of us.

I don’t think I need to say that now, THE GREAT GATSBY is considered one of the great Literary works of the 20th Century. Equal with Hemingway’s best.

Too bad he didn’t know it. He was like most of us. With one difference:

I know that what I’m writing is a significant contribution to English literature. I’m the only one who knows it.

“The notes are the same in E”–Dr. Dave Fekete; “Rintrah.”

ENIGMATIC DR DAVE ENTERPRISES, PRELUDED

David Fekete

QUOTIDIAN IDIOTS

THE SAD SOCIETY YOU AND I WRITE IN

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