He's never read my blog.

Now he's all over it, like the rash.

He's commenting left right and center.

Jodric Plinth, I mean. No word of his sidekick, John Gartland.

He's called the poet noir.

I thought the Irish fucking hate the French.

His good times died with the Covid and cessation of travel.

Every weekend he had jet setters coming to see the poet noir who would give them a tour of his hangouts.

'It was a handy little gig,' said Gartland,' getting shit faced on other people's coin every weekend.' 

An intro to the series of volleys between Cummings and Gartland goes like this:

 'I hitched a good ride on his books.'

Kevin Cummings via gmail.com

26 Aug 2020, 17:01 (14 hours ago)

to me

 

Hi John,

 

Why the unfriend?

 

Odd, I thought, considering I haven't posted since July 4th and our long collaborative history.

 

Was pursuing Different Drummers recently.

 

It's a good book. Thanks for your contributions.

 

--

Best regards,

 

 

Kevin

 

john gartland <johngartland90@gmail.com>

26 Aug 2020, 18:52 (12 hours ago)

to Kevin

 

Hi Kevin,

Given that collaborative history, your rudeness to me last communication was both surprising and unwarranted.

Not something I need.

Good luck and stay well.

Cheers,

John

 

 

Kevin Cummings via gmail.com

26 Aug 2020, 19:39 (12 hours ago)

to me

 

John,

 

I'm at a total loss.

 

I have no recollection.

 

Elaborate if you like.

 

You previously requested not to be invited to events where Piprell (or Fengler) was present, so no invite was extended for Dorsey's birthday gathering. I thought that might have been the cause of misunderstanding.

 

Again, no idea what I said or did. It's a strange year 2020.

 

Stay healthy.

 

Best,

 

Kevin

 

 

john gartland <johngartland90@gmail.com>

26 Aug 2020, 20:41 (11 hours ago)

to Kevin

 

On Messenger, you told me to get fucked, blamed it on the diet pills.

I registered my amazement at the time. No apology was forthcoming, so I called it a day.

 

 

Kevin Cummings via gmail.com

26 Aug 2020, 22:16 (9 hours ago)

to me

 

Never happened, John.

 

I just reviewed our last messenger messages.

 

It's quite cordial. We talk of swimming.

 

I'm happy to send you a cut and paste.

 

I don't grovel, John. And I don't apologize when I've done nothing wrong.

 

This is your error, to fix or not. Ball's in your court as we used to say.

 

Best,

 

KC

 john gartland <johngartland90@gmail.com>

01:49 (5 hours ago)

to Kevin

 

5555555555555 ... Why ever would I make it up? To what possible purpose? Your moods are like a yo-yo.  I never mentioned  your overdoing  diet pills; you did, several times.  Maybe amnesia is another side-effect.

On the occasion I refer to, I recommended  you increase your lithium, after the outburst. I wasn't being ironic. I also suggested you seek professional help. All forgotten?

You also once publicly accused me, out of the blue, on FB, of asking you for money from the books (totally untrue) which prompted Californian ankle-biter Montalbano to pile in and rebuke me for feelings of  "entitlement". What a joke.  Remember that one? No apology there either. I let it go that time.

Grovelling (your word) is repellant, who needs it?  Honesty is more difficult, and you're in denial, "as we used to say".

'The ball's in my court'. Haha, thanks. What a pompous ass you sound.

 I'll remember your sociable moments, and wish you better health.

Onwards and upwards, my italics.