Went to an old fashioned literature reading tonight. There were a bunch of local writers. The best were Mingus and Thomas Wharton.There were a few others, but with the exception of a fucking hilarious bit about Western Alienation from Mark Lisac, I didn’t really care about it.
The Cambodian Cow Story
Afterwards I went to my girlfriend’s house with the intention of drawing her naked. She had me mash bannanas instead.
If now and then we encounter pages that explode, pages that wound and sear, that wring groans and and tears and curses, know that they come from a man with his back up, a man whose only defenses left are his words and his words are always stronger than all the racks and wheels which the cowardly invent to crush out the miracle of personality. If any man ever dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.
I am looking for a job. I may be thrown out of my place at the end of the month. Everything is peachy.
I know what those fiends are planning. Tomorrow morning they are going to end my life. They will humiliate me in a brutal public display–stripping me down naked and pouring vile bodily liquids over my face before stringing me up to the roof by the wrists. They will smile with their sharp toothy grins as they flog my body with their Candian Press Stylebooks.
Terry Fox started to run across Canada 15 years ago today. He ran more in a single day than most people walk in a month. He only had one leg. The other leg was made out of metal or something. The friction would make the stump of his leg bleed. When he died he was only two year older than me. People all over still run for him. They raise millions for Cancer research. So as I drink red wine at 11 in the morning, I drink it for you Terry.
There is a coliseum built amongst an academic centre. The architecture is angular and made of limestone.
Monsters wearing strange armor hack other monsters apart with axes and swords.
Johnny Depp is fighting for a princess who is run through by a monster before the fiend is hit by spear or something.
Depp disappears into a mess of blood-soaked brutality.
One of the creatures has a weapon appears to be fashioned from a tree branch made of silver.
Somewhere children are learning…
Not a single April Fool. A crying shame. Today marks a sacred ocassion. I’m rather disapointed.