1448Re: [Unmuzzled Ox] Mirror
- Aug 6, 2007commune=mirror.
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 <email@example.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'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
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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