We are very careful. About what we eat, some. Nothing that spills or with crumbs, nothing that will make a mess of the bed where we live since I turned and said we shouldn’t leave. It was the best way.
To be careful about ourselves we move enough to keep the currents running. Or would, until [...]
Yearly Archives: 2009
You Are Easy To Love
* * *
Ben Marcus on Log of the S.S. The Mrs Unguentine, a book not worth quoting from unless it is from beginning to end
…but while most of Crawford’s contemporaries were staging their loveless, white-knuckle relationship fiction in a spume of alcohol, boxed up in fresh suburban sheet rock, Crawford put his unhappily married couple to sea, rendered them as solitary as Adam and Eve, and he cursed them to be so awkwardly fit for human behavior that every [...]
* * *
Always roaring.
April? Still?
Not much to be done, though. I have a thing that is being worked on between increasingly equally* *ish matched office v. non-office hours, equally* dark (it’s a heat wave! we turn the lights off! then, this weekend, it rains, and yea, power grids move upon the face of the waters). Not cruel, really, this [...]
* * *
Elsewhere
Good Jobbbbbbbbbbbbbb(+/-):
—Writing is a simulated conversation. You’re still alone. It’s masturbation that sometimes later gets projected onto the wall and then couples couple and copule beneath it.
—People making love while a porno plays on the TV.
—Right.
—I don’t think you’re listening to me.
* * *
A few things:
1: Confidence, wit, interest zapped mightily by a nasty headcold. I’ve been listening to a lot of shit-talking rappers in attempts of some kind of transference which is going fine but is not doing anything for the size of my lymph nodes. They’re enormous. Bragworthy.
2: Somehow I made it this far not knowing that Pale [...]
* * *
How we orient
My baby sister came to visit today. We aren’t much alike but most of the time I feel I really only have one unselfish part of me, and that it actually exists inside of her but somehow remains part of who I am. The people I’m related to are the only big thing about me which is [...]
* * *
.
or I have been drinking, watching the Muppets sing Danny Boy
* * *
Listen:
I am at the door even if I have not come to the door, or while I’ve made it to the door and done the things to open the door when I am there I am instead encountered. Or when you’ve entered the door and you’ve poured a drink I will have been by the [...]
* * *
Barthelme, The Explanation
Q: Are you bored with the question and answer form?
A: I am bored with it but realize that it permits many valuable omissions: what kind of day it is, what I’m wearing, what I’m thinking. That’s a very considerable advantage, I would say.
Q: I believe in it.
* * *
Q & A
Q: What do–
A: Idiot.
Q: What?
A: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and on. There’s no cure for it. The question’s stupid.
Q: Then–
A: Listen. At thirteen my old man tells me he’s dreamt I’ve started three wars and killed so many men. This is your question. The same. Take all I’ve done wrong somewhere else in their dreams and [...]
* * *