14.9.20



he wrote earlier this month that things come in threes

three cut-ups  this is #2


he also asked a question of Millers Tropic of Cancer 
                                                        What is tomorrow?

--  supposing the timid little rabbit

--  is an enameled sign, in perfect shape

--  like a helpless wretch

--  What a pain in the ass!

--  he tried to nourish me with ideas

--  things flowed

--  a glass of beer or a cup of coffee

--  Lollypops!

--  as he concluded his speech a whore gave us the eye

--  grinding grist for that paradise which is always a wet dream

--  I let him spill it out

--  to conceive of a paradise without

--  the sun setting

--  the tears streaming down her face


--  for one hundred years or more

Twosday,  2  6. 09                                                                                                                        1244,  Monday,  14  9. 20

$195K -- killed


Caputo political operative




he liked to play with wordswith books

books were his favourite friends
                                   while they were around he wasnt unhappy or lonely
not that he was prone to loneliness 

others assumed because he was alonelived by himselfdidnt socialize frequently he was lonely

they were projecting

if they were by themselves they felt lonely they needed to entertain or be entertained 


since a boy a book was pretty much all he needed



he read about poets and writers painters using a technique in the 50s cut-ups in France Paris the Latin quarter at the Beat Hotel 9 Rue Git-le-Coeur Brion Gyson shared it with William S. Burroughs 
                                                                                         he was a fan of Burroughs

he began playing with his books

randomly he opened onedropped his eye onto one page or the other and recorded a portion or a whole sentence of what he read on a piece of paper with a red BIC pen


later he began to ask questions before he played

he turned the book over and over in his hands asif washing them with his eyes closed and when the time felt rightthe question turned in his mind he began

he was in a new relationship that only he and she were fond

friends and family werent fans it wasnt their relationshipwas it

he asked his quiet leafed playmate if eventually they would accept their relationship not that it was important if they did or not


he opened the book Anais Nin Reader  dropped his eye in it

--  winter evenings his luxurious home was heated like a hothouse

he closed the book then reopened it to another random page thats how he played cut-ups

--  which drowned all vibrations

--  necklaces and bracelets of shell, gold and silver medallions and carved heads and amulets, animals and bones, all these caught the light as she moved

--  this was a dream

--  I heard a sound on the river

--  You said I was too young

--  doesn’t he hear the new voice of the new man in his son?

--  I found the palm trees

--  appeared with a large pot of paint and he was stirring it with a stick

--  using dreams is a kind of electronic echo sounded to chart the depths of the unconscious

--  the real climax of production

--  more important, creation


creation

Twosday,  2  6. 09
1056,  Monday,  14  9. 20



I confess she said

Ive never told anyone she said 
                                       Do you want to know

did he want to know

he wasnt a Peeking Tom

he wasnt riled or intrigued by mysterypeoples ohsodeliberate secrets
                                                                             Yawanna say

Do you want to know

No


No she asked she slipped the spaghetti-strap off her shoulder

No


Youre driving a hard-bargain

Im not bargaining
                    You can say Or not


Im willing to confess

Kill som . . 
. . No

So its not a crime whatever   you may want to confess

No


Either yawanna say or not
                              I aint a priest or particularly interested

But if it would save ya . . 
. . You cant save me
                       You sporting a God-complex  which is audacious for a woman givin the white man hanging on the cross
          A joke


Absolutely


Curious retort
                Youre not answeringaddressing  audacity

No


Absolutes

Yes 
     Youre fast

Not really I plug holes
                         Evidently I also plug holes in confessions


Absolutes

I dont use them Not nevers Not always

I dont either

Then sister we have something in common
                                              Though you can lose the drama

Drama usually works for me  for women

Maybe with stupid men

Sympathetic me . .
. . Fuck you  with men trying to get in your pants

Youre rude

No If you kept your mouth shut I would have been more interested in getting in your pants
                                                                                                Ya shot that in the head

Maybe if I make nice with you

I aint nice
            Youre hopeless Find a guy with a dance card aching to be filled
I dont dance either



he had a penchant for attracting disturbed women
                                                      a bright lightbulb for moths and night creatures

2026,  Friday,  11  9. 20
2306,  Sunday,  13  9. 20