scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

17.5.06

yes i said yes i will yes

and like that - poof! he's gone. i've finished reading Ulysses. and if i didn't have so many other books to read before the move i could start right in at the front again. some authors you want to go to the bar with and discuss politics and tell dirty jokes and be loud - you get the sense vonnegut would be good for this, in particular, and i'm sure i've said that before. some authors you want to fuck (and i totally bet Isabel Allende would be someone you could bring home to mom. in fact i think i might have already, and if i haven't, i meant to). some authors you want to have coffee and a multi-course breakfast, outdoors, with fruit and fresh bread and apricot jam and melons and read the paper in the morning after and share the opinion pages and watch brightly colored birds in the yard and maybe have a cat that likes to be petted lazy in the sunshine (dead giveaway, there, with the brightly colored birds: marquez). The guy who wrote lord of the flies one almost wants to stand up against the wall and riddle with bullets, and then revive him and do it again. John Kennedy Toole (who actually, surprisingly, wrote two books instead of just the one, but apparently the other one isn't nearly as good) you sort of want to sit down and get him to chill out a little bit and maybe reconsider things. but joyce? joyce would be good at a quaker meeting. to each sit like a rock with your own thoughts. And maybe have cocoa. tags:ulysses

scrawled @ 16:31