Equal moves from all directions come out of this pressure, further insuring the same total nibbling at the entire cosmic scene—where everything is relevant because everything is visible, and nothing is relevant because visibility is nothing and nothing is everything, everything appears as hint because nothing is there, and there are no hints because everything is there. And the blues is all. —Richard Meltzer, The Super Super Blues Band Nadine?” Slim said. “Yes, baby.” They were lying naked on a blanket at the edge of the river, watching the sun go down and enjoying their wet coolness in the diminishing heat of the day. Mother Phillips’ gang were still playing in the water, so no one in particular paid any attention to them, and their nudity went unnoticed and uncommented on. “Did I do good?” Slim asked shyly. “With the playing, I mean?” “Slim,” Nadine said. “I think you played just great.” Slim looked closely at her face. He seemed to see pride and admiration in her eyes.
