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  • James Beach
    Aug 6, 2007

      Terrific (mock-)journal, thanks for sharing. Especially loved the bohemian irreverancy of Jeff's partying, which is considered so not cool anymore by "the management". Like, he's more apt to recieve a diagnosis of Addict or Alchy or Depressive than a nod from the Underground. The Beats-wannabes of today have come full circle, with even lowkey drug-use being eclipsed by the desire to show a social-climbing effort and a pretty face to the paparazzi. Another revolution in tow? Or are the kicks in the repression these days?

      One thing negative: I think you do a disservice to the Beatles by quoting Steve Miller Band in the same paragraph. (Unless SMB ripped off that line from someplace I need to hear about?) It felt a bit off.

      Is there more? Is Jeff a "problem" or a foil? If the former, is he Alpha- or Epsilon-?


      mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
      A piece of paper can get very messy. Revisions, as second thoughts,
      don't disappear unless you recopy. So here I am looking into a word
      processor and there I am looking back at me from the word processor.

      Yes, yes, let me look at Michael Andre. There he is at 3:00am. He's
      never looked older because, of course, this mirror only tells the
      truth. He's felt healthier.

      My mistakes make me angry. Mistake-prone--what's to be done?
      Mistake-supine--repent, lazy bastard!

      My plans present themselves as a series of problems requiring solutions.

      There is someone else in the mirror right now, Sandie. I am in her
      house. She's sleeping. We're in New Lebanon. Later today we're driving
      to Brandon. 2 June 2007


      It is tomorrow, 3:00am again, except I'm back in New Lebanon having
      been in Brandon. And today Sandie and I drive separately to Manhattan.
      I wish Sandie and I had made out but we didn't; maybe I'm contagious,
      although whatever bug I've had seems to be fading. If we went to bed
      and she caught something from me, she'd hate me forever for sure
      probably. Who knows? Mirror, Mirror on the screen, who knows? Because
      Sandie's an uptown girl, she makes me feel downtown.

      How best to number my problems, those that can be solved? Alpha and
      Beta and Gamma and Delta? Gamma or Plan C? 3 June


      And today I rise at 3:00am on Staten Island, remembering this mirror,
      the 3:00ams. Should I email this to Sandie thanking her for hospitality?

      I do.

      I'm so far downtown I'm on Staten Island. I'm 60; I've spent 40 years
      lost in thought. 4 June


      Yesterday at 3:00am I stayed abed. Today I have a doctor's appointment
      at 11:00am. "Time keeps on slipping, slipping into the future." Forty
      years ago today the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper was released. 6 June


      I need a day to regroup. There's nothing wrong with me, but my son had
      major back surgery a week ago yesterday. I'm back in Brandon, at Fran
      Bull's. Tomorrow I read at her Gallery-in-the-Field. 29 June


      This piece was leading to this day, when I will read at Gallery in the
      Field with Jeff Wright, introduced by Patt Cavanaugh, hosted by Fran
      I'm staying with Jeff at Fran's, two charming and intelligent
      companions. 30 June


      Vermont farms favor red. Fran lives in the Hillbarn Farm. We ate
      Thursday night in Provence in Brandon, Friday in Tillie and Marie's in
      Middlebury, and last night after the reading in the Waybury Inn in
      East Middlebury.

      Jeff acted up after the reading, ecole de Creeley & Dickey & Corso.
      There was a wedding in progress at the Inn and Jeff decided to crash
      it. I should have been embarrassed, but in fact it merely woke me up.

      Jeff positioned himself in our view, our post-reading party of seven,
      and then danced flamboyantly, madly. He was asked to leave. A little
      girl, mesmerized, pursued him. He ducked into the Inn, pickt up a
      teddy bear which he previously inappropriately fondled when we entered
      the Inn. The manager had said Jeff -- Put down the bear. The manager
      talks like a Law Enforcement Officer. She nows tells the waitress Jeff
      is -- Cut off. But Jeff merely returns to the wedding bearing the
      teddy bear, attempting to woo the little girl. This time the father, a
      huge bouncer, explodes from the wedding following Jeff. Jeff retreats
      nervously to our table. The bouncer marches in, enraged. He is
      threatening. The restaurant manager reappears and intervenes. Somehow
      blows are not delivered. "The nuance was weird," the father informs
      Jeff. Jeff is a little chastened.

      And so the first half of the year, as Pepys might say, ended. 1 July 2007


      Today I will read again with Jeff. This time it will be in his
      neighborhood, at Mo Pritkin's House of Satisfaction on Avenue A. I
      haven't seen him since I dropped him off near a Ben & Jerry's
      Bookstore in Rutland. It's 3:00am. By the time the reading ends at
      6:00pm tonight, I'll probably be so tired I'll go home to bed. I'll
      miss the post-reading shenanigans. Darn. 22 July


      By the time the reading began, I was too tired to put in a decent
      performance. It's 3:00am again and I sleep at the wrong time. Look at
      Michael Andre! I wish someone would invite me to a wedding. 24 July 2007.

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