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I am here for Friends

About Me

"Be serious, Slim. We are two serious hombres on a roll and we are about to bust this town wide open. We'll never work again. It is written."
-- T. Wolff

My Interests

spooning. skipping.
coming correct.

I'd like to meet:

bullfighters, truckdrivers, bartenders, poets, painters, accomplices, and free spirits (and by spirits i mean cocktails)

Music:

blind willie mctell.
elvis costello.
verdi.
monk.
waits.

Movies:

ingmar bergman.
almodovar.
lars von trier.
fellini.
grease.

Television:

"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book." -- Groucho Marx

Books:

London Fields, The Power and the Glory, the Enderby novels, the Deptford Trilogy, A Farewell to Arms, Lolita, Lucky Jim, Cormac McCarthy's Border Trilogy, High Fidelity, Dead I Well May Be; stories of Tobias Wolff, Cheever, Borges, Garcia Marquez; and poets--Kees, Justice, Byron, Frost, Carruth, Larkin, Auden, Millay, Donaghy

Heroes:

The Black Quesadilla, The Easy Evangelist, The Acapello Spider, The Pleasing-Fungus Beetle, and Robert Frost

My Blog

On the Death of Friends in Childhood

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven, Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight, Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands In game...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Liverpool

Ever been tattooed? It takes a whim of iron, takes sweating in the antiseptic-stinking parlour, nothing to read but motorcycle magazines before the blood-sopped cotton, and, of course, the needle, ...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

The End of the Weekend

A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The lariat Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans Fingers a page of Captain Ma...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Wild Nights - Wild Nights!

Wild Nights - Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the Winds - To a Heart in port - Done with the Compass - Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden - Ah, ...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Nabokov on sleep

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. People in trains, who lay their newspaper aside, fold their silly arms, and immediately, with an offensive familiarity of demeanor, start snoring, amaze ...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Sym-ball-ism

The symbol of the number ten-- The naught for girls, the one for men-- Defines how many times does one In mathematics or in fun Go as you might say into zero. You ask the heroine and hero. ...
Posted by <----danger on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST