Dynamic symmetry, fur, anatomy, Fibonacci, figuring out your sign, guns, language in general, truffle oil, fucking, entropy, revelatory moments, animality, drawing your girlfriend with her dress off, bad jokes, really smelly cheese, casting analogies, your personal library, pinot noir, my dear friends, clinique products, identifying scents, other people's motives, giving you what you want before you know you want it, living in a state of grace.
Could you at least try to not be crazy?
RAP
"Look, and it won't be long until he'll want you to build a fortress for him out of your tits and out of your cunt and out of your hair and your smile, the way you smell. It's someplace that he can feel comfortable enough and secure enough to worship in front of the altar of his own prick. No. You're alone, all alone, and you aren't going to be able to be free from the feeling of being alone until you look death right in the face. That sounds like bullshit...some romantic crap. Until you go right up into the ass of death - right up into the ass until you find the womb of fear. Get me the scissors. Get me the fingernail scissors. I want you to cut the fingernails on your right hand. I want you to put your fingers up my ass."
(By the way, mom, that's a Brando quote.)
blows.
I am thirty-one years old and never had any formal library training. I have had a different kind of training which is quite compatible with the running of this library. I have an understanding of people and I love what I am doing.I believe I am the only person in America who can perform this job right now and that's what I'm doing. After I am through with my job here, I'll find something else to do. I think the future has quite a lot in store for me.The librarian before me was here for three years and finally had to quit because he was afraid of children. He thought they were up to something. He is now living in an old folks' home. I got a postcard from him last month. It was unintelligible.The librarian before him was a young man who took a six-months leave of absence from his motorcycle gang to put in his tenure here. Afterward he returned to his gang and never told them where he had been."Where have you been the last six months?" they asked him."I've been taking care of my mother," he said. "She was sick and needed lots of hot chicken soup. Any more questions?" There were no more questions.The librarian before him was here for two years, then moved suddenly to the Australian bush. Nothing has been heard from him since. I've heard rumors that he's alive, but I've also heard rumors that he's dead, but whatever he's doing, dead or alive, I'm certain that he's still in the Australian bush because he said he wasn't coming back and if he ever saw another book again, he'd cut his throat. ~Brautigan
Alex Blagg