Afghanistan, July-August 1969 – Page 7

Kunduz. One by one our Kurham and early Islamic potlery dissolves as we melt it in wax in the bazaar.                                     Accomplice is a little boy. Inside of his mouth pink spoliches and lacking only all teeth The conjurer. A shaggy man with a and an unusually kenbu jaw wall eye which he rolls. Has a tin box of Sand - coloured snakes, their sand snakes which he holds allowing me to bury its fangs on his hands as a Summons of prowess. He eats needles as they were spaghetti, spewing them out later with a rech and a flaming spit. Also manages to vomit several large pebbles, swallows the money which I gave him and withdraws it from his arse, and finally produced by a slight of the wrist a wooden phallus, erect and well circumcised. Performance tactics off into a mock-magical performance involving a gentlemen in white, for knife snatched designs in the ground and a fents. Note on conjurors. Wandering performance. Circus followers. An indigenous. The Road. Experience of the road invalidates the tenants of organized religion.