Distracted? Always. I’m distracted by every other second. By the way the air sounds and doesn't sound. The way the light looks and then doesn’t look. I’m distracted by the way I feel and then the way I feel now, and distracted, hell yeah I’m distracted, by everything that I notice, and as the years get longer,… Continue reading HA!
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What is the past?
Nothing. I really don’t know what I really think about any of this. Finding, and the act of finding, is nonsense. What do you ever think you’ll find other than more life, and I never, it’s just, I don’t know; I don’t think I’ll ever have a clue. I drove home every morning before her… Continue reading What is the past?
Henry Miller – Reflections on Writing – Robert Synder, 1974 (full play through parts 1-3)
The Happiest, John Callahan
Notes for 2/6/2013, The days of when…
THANK YOU: Thanks so much Jean Baudrillard. I haven't felt this 'bewildered', since circa 2006, my senior year of college, a time not so long ago when I was taking my senior seminar course in sociology, watching my professor come to class all marble eyed explaining that he died. Who died Mr. Marble? Vonnegut. KURT FUCKING VONNEGUT! What Should I… Continue reading Notes for 2/6/2013, The days of when…
Adventures In American Writing 