11-07-2023, 10:09 PM
I'm trying to not use the words "I" or "me" in any future poem I write. At least for a while. I read what I write, then read a John Ashbery poem, and then I feel like giving up writing.
I could just do cut-ups the rest of my life. Cut-ups make me feel good, but no one wants to read them. And I want to be read.
Yes, Hell is no doubt an eternal self-help session. I don't think I've ever met Hitler in a dream which is surprising since I've read a lot about him and the whole Nazi era. Anyway, that's a good dream story.
If you're bleeding, you ought to see a doctor. As Dracula said, "Blood is the Life!" It may be something simple.
My only remaining literary type friend lives in Houston. He seems to have completely given up, retreated into building those model kits kids used to build in the 1950-60s: monsters, airplanes, things like that. It's like I can see him slowly retreating into himself like a crab. He lives in an assisted living place, because he has neuropathy in his legs and feet and can't walk very well. He doesn't read, doesn't watch movies, I'm not sure what he does all day. A friend brought him down to visit a couple of weekends ago, but he couldn't wait to leave. He's given away most of his books. One reason he came down was to give a bunch to me, so I could donate them to the local library if I didn't want them myself. Mostly art books. But he didn't seem to want to talk much. This is tragedy.
We once read The Cantos aloud to each other, taking turns. We made it through the whole book.
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I watched the Joaquin Phoenix film "Joker" last night. I saw it when it first came out, but it warrants a second viewing. I had forgotten the body horror aspects. Phoenix must have starved himself for the role. His backbones and ribs are on spectacular, uncomfortable display throughout the film. If you could squeeze America into one small area, you'd have Gotham. America can only go on as it does because it's got all this empty space to fill. It can push the irrational poor out away from itself, so that the better off, "rational" 1/3 of the population can live in imaginary peace.
Trump is the Joker, but without the smile. He's the Penguin, without the wisdom. He's all of Batman's villains, cleaned up and crammed into a business suit. He's not the anti-Christ; he's King Herod. Who Romans are, pulling the strings, I have no idea. But it's not yet time for Batman/Christ to show his hand.
I could just do cut-ups the rest of my life. Cut-ups make me feel good, but no one wants to read them. And I want to be read.
Yes, Hell is no doubt an eternal self-help session. I don't think I've ever met Hitler in a dream which is surprising since I've read a lot about him and the whole Nazi era. Anyway, that's a good dream story.
If you're bleeding, you ought to see a doctor. As Dracula said, "Blood is the Life!" It may be something simple.
My only remaining literary type friend lives in Houston. He seems to have completely given up, retreated into building those model kits kids used to build in the 1950-60s: monsters, airplanes, things like that. It's like I can see him slowly retreating into himself like a crab. He lives in an assisted living place, because he has neuropathy in his legs and feet and can't walk very well. He doesn't read, doesn't watch movies, I'm not sure what he does all day. A friend brought him down to visit a couple of weekends ago, but he couldn't wait to leave. He's given away most of his books. One reason he came down was to give a bunch to me, so I could donate them to the local library if I didn't want them myself. Mostly art books. But he didn't seem to want to talk much. This is tragedy.
We once read The Cantos aloud to each other, taking turns. We made it through the whole book.
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I watched the Joaquin Phoenix film "Joker" last night. I saw it when it first came out, but it warrants a second viewing. I had forgotten the body horror aspects. Phoenix must have starved himself for the role. His backbones and ribs are on spectacular, uncomfortable display throughout the film. If you could squeeze America into one small area, you'd have Gotham. America can only go on as it does because it's got all this empty space to fill. It can push the irrational poor out away from itself, so that the better off, "rational" 1/3 of the population can live in imaginary peace.
Trump is the Joker, but without the smile. He's the Penguin, without the wisdom. He's all of Batman's villains, cleaned up and crammed into a business suit. He's not the anti-Christ; he's King Herod. Who Romans are, pulling the strings, I have no idea. But it's not yet time for Batman/Christ to show his hand.