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now that we are all done with the important business of sending sarah back home and moving into my new house (!) (um, revise that clause accordingly), i am officially ready to honor my contract with the poetry foundation by bringing things back down (or is it up?) to hank moody style solipsism and, if the opportunity presents itself, POETRY. HI!
here were/are some of the things i was thinking about while unpacking boxes and boxes of poetry and poisoning rats. (okay, mice, and lots of fiction, too, but still):
1. what exactly does joel brouwer mean by: “the knowledge that dooms a marriage is the knowledge prerequisite to marriage”?
2. what exactly does seneca mean by: “this is the difference between us and the etruscans … since they attribute everything to divine agency, they are of the opinion that things do not reveal the future because they have occurred, but that they occur because they are meant to reveal the future” ?
3.how many poets could you actually sue for the tort of negligent infliction of emotional distress?
4. giving readings like giving head. right? you can do it even if you haven’t written anything new. right?
5. why have i not read most of these? i could never leave my house again and actually get an education.
6. i should never leave my house again. and get an education.
7. “i i i never told anyone about the time i slept with two guys at once cause…it never happened.” i misquote myself, but, low and behold, we actually do mature and evolve. one of them was/is a girl!
8. does EVERYTHING feel literal to the creator?
9. jesus! weston cutter’s birthday! i was so gonna do an entry in his honor on OCTOBER 31– day of birth of most emotionally something individuals (keats, too!) (but, shit! was running boxes and african dwarf frogs out of my old house (quick! into the garage) and missing and then catching a plane to meet my lovers). weston! i so need to send you a birthday shirt and some music! (do you have the new dylan bootleg?) mostly, two very corny beautiful songs: the feliz brothers’ “radio song” (“don’t you ever die, you ever die, you ever die, move me all of my life, all of my life, all of my life”) ( yes, i Llove tripetition) and birdmonster’s: “my love for you” (my love my love for you will never something it’s something than the things i do, my love, my love for you will never stray it’s stronger than the things i say”)
10. i am in the “surfwise” school of you must change your life rather than the “man on wire” school of you must change your life. (but you gotta love the french. don’t you?)
11. speaking of movies: the cool school: that is my dream: a LARGE group of guy painters and sculptors who are as competitive as they are creative. and me.
10. look! i have built in book shelves!