What do you want? he demanded
WHAT
DO
YOU
WANT?
she smiledpitied him I
had what I wanted. I did.
I want nothing
more.
2AMish, Saturday,
3 5. 08
1115, 2sday,
30 7. 24
30.7.24
he asked himselfas he often did often grilling himself
What do I understand
What does anyone understand
We understand what we think we
understand
Crappy
little else
Understanding is a precious
defiant little commodity that looks neither left nor right
It is brilliant
Shadowless
Content
Friday, 2 5.
08
1043, 2sday, 30
7. 24
he hadnt tried a cut-up in a while
randomly opening a book
dropping his eye on a page copying words a phrase very rarely a sentence
see if the result makes sense
Donald Barthelme
his book Dead Father
worse was their blue
cable Julie carrying
himself
physical attentions
cops a feel whenever he can
one has the best façade
sewn-on tins cans
they do like to sic
I’m too young(!)
whelping is, after agonies
a skill
indicating helplessness
said the dead father
cut-ups challenge the imagination
he was particularly fond of I’m
too young(!) / whelping is, after agonies / a skill / indicating helplessness /
said the dead father
communing with the dead
or is he a ghost
or is he remembered
each speaks
lunch, Friday,
23 5. 08
0917, 2sday,
30 7. 24
The Balloon to better perhaps thoroughly enjoy Mr
Barthelme: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1966/04/16/the-balloon
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