i wanted to write this because i wanted to write something new on my blog without having it necessarily mean anything. as i’ve stated before, why does anything have to mean anything (also see my declaration against question marks and other punctuation and style formalities) i just want to be pleasant and conversational overall so fuck it (it brings me joy to omit a comma)
last night, if you care to know, i had a dream of a giant skeleton hurling thru the star-speckled universe with its mouth agape. it seems a popular facial expression for many skulls worldwide. it brought to mind birds parched in summer, in a desperate quest for water, like i see often here in vegas. regardless, after the skeleton came the projectile of flames and smoke, hot on my path, chasing me thru space like a bee protecting its hive have you ever wanted to kiss someone while they were speaking with you — you know those fleeting moments when you are overcome by adoration or lust. just a thought…
now that i see what i’ve done, all the words i have made here, now i would like to make this really long and meaningless. i find meaningless things are refreshing. i want to write poems about gum wrappers and empty coffee cups. i also seek out bad writing because it makes me happy and inspires me. these are people who have a literary voice without trying. like a baby picking up a paint brush and having at it on the canvas. have you ever watched an elephant paint. i’m finding that the best and most genuine art is regressive and primitive. see jean-michel basquiat for many, many examples.
i want to write in a sort of scribble. i genuinely feel it is closest to my truest literary voice. i strive for eloquent, conversational meaninglessness.
Cats notoriously assume they can paw or gnaw at anything that hangs or protrudes.
I can’t have sex while my cat is watching. I have to lock her out of my bedroom before things even get going. Tho she’ll nearly always scratch or push against the door or else start in with her meowing — maybe even break or rip something in another part of the house in retaliation. Just don’t let me hear it, is all I ask in those instances. Continue reading →
Some totally charming footage (16 minutes) of poet Frank O’Hara in his New York City studio. He reads some of his poetry, which is very engaging and spontaneous, and he also is shown working on a script (with a typewriter!) in a collaboration with artist and filmmaker Alfred Leslie. The footage was shot with 16mm film in 1966 so what’s not to like?
–Real cop searching for badge bunny. If you don’t know what that means look it up lol. I am the real deal so please be real too. Send a recent pic and put BADGE BUNNY in the subject line. Email for more details.
–Photographer looking for foot model for a special project about feet. High arches a plus. Respond if you are looking to make some extra cash. Compensation $300.
>> just texted your sister, “that was totally fucking hot.” Did not know what your message was so please relay it. I will be looking for you to come back on Sunday evening. Please bring cheese as the Masteson’s will be here. I won’t be arriving anyway until 6 p.m. due to picking up Sara.
PS: your sister had no idea about a girl’s penis being involved
(Note: This is the first in a series of my fictional letters, which I am calling the Random Letters Series. The joy in reading them is in not knowing their context.)