Dear Secret, what is the proper way to hold my face.
Many clamorous sounds hamonize-
plane roaring across sky
sirens on some streets
in the distance in the east
electrical generator
hwy rushing along
the toilet up then down again
a detector of sorts’ intermittent beep
rap song
coming from somewhere outside on the street below.
the gentle clacking of the keys on my little keyboard
clothes tumbling in the dryer
a sortie of Sound,
Dear Secret
Siddhartha,
sometimes i think i see you in the subway; its never on the surface that i experience this.
Dear Chuck Palhanuik,
I’ve read some of this book with a gloamy strutting violence in the undertones. it also tickles me, both the book itself and this quality of it.
It has been grey and rainy in filadelphia. now that crosses my mind, im not sure if youre a “living” person right now – my “generation” feels like it is in this period in which its luminaries are passing on. and it is beautiful that they pass and their passing
I rode the bus today and while i did so i read some bits of the Baghavad Gita. it’s very saucy. Also, i just read in a different book that, like many rockstars and of their days, when Krishna and his brother would sing or play the flute, the cowherd girls’ and maidens’-abound garments would loosen and their hair would begin to loosen from the potency of the music.
Today i allowed myself to experiment with gluttony – yknow, i felt a feeling and then i rolled with it. it didnt put me in the proverbial dumps per se, but my initial earlier state of gelid listlessness did not improve. sate the taste, name of the game. i guess i was a true united-statesian for once, loafing about in my microbe insouciance
Theres this show on the box right now, “Jazz Thru the Night”, hosted by a cool-sounding lady named COURTNEY BLUE
Did ppl call joints “reefers” in your heyday? (which coulda been any ol’ time as far as i know. i don’t read many books these days; see im often besot by this queer weariness that has something to do, it seems, with the Dark Night of the Soul.)
FYI, ive resolved not to cut my hair anymore—this most recent time was more of a cathartic act than going for a different hairstyle directly
Well its almost 05:00. im about ready to drink some of this poison-laden water (i just say that about any water system “treated” with fluoride—it’s poison ykno) Take care young heart! Perhaps i’ll get to finish your book!
Vaporically,