Self-hypnosis via purring kitten bellies, moving, drumming under a shady tree with the cicadas, missing mae, 9 ball, trying to find humor in an imploding world.
agents of mystification
Old Wurlitzers, slide guitar, waltzes, trumpets, accordians,bells and whistles,winterlong sounds, torch songs.
An odd assortment of Hitchcock films, lately
I just turned off the T.V. and turned on the computer, a lateral move, it seems
"Following the steps of my servant who has taken my horse into his keeping, I pass through a series of places that ought to be more and more interior, whereas instead I find myself more and more outside; from one courtyard I move to another courtyard, as if in this place all the doors served only for leaving and never for entering. The story should give the sense of disorientation in places that I am seeing for the first time but also places that have left in my memory not a recollection but a void. Now the images try to reoccupy these voids but achieve nothing except to assume also the hue of dreams forgotton the instant they appear."- Italo Calvino.........................................."So pack your Ermines, Mary- We are getting out of here right now-I've seen this happen before-The marks are coming up on us-And the heat is moving in-Recollect when I was traveling with Limestone John on The Carbonic Caper-It worked like this: HE rents an amphitheater with marble walls he is a stone painter you dig can create a frieze while you wait-So he puts on a diving suit like th old Surrealist Lark and I am up on a high pedestal pumping air into him-Well, he starts painting on the limestone walls with hydrochloric acid and jetting himself around with air blasts he can cover the wall in ten seconds, carbon dioxide settling down on the marks begin to cough and loosen their collars." "But what is he painting?" "Why it's arrg a theater full of people suffocating-" -William S. Burroughs
family, friends, anybody who can live in this world and not go crazy