From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: weirwolf@bigfoot .com
Subject: healthy addictions?
Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 06:43:54 -0800
so, i am curious
have you ever LIVED in cities?
what is your history on your geography
now that you mention paris
i remember Hans saying something about you having a flat there
or something
so i suppose you must have lived there for a time
you just don’t have the view points of someone who hasn’t lived in
cities
so i am curious
i actually find the city of amsterdam very pleasing
and this may sound strange
but the people are the same as ever
that is
i would be happier ignoring most of them
so generally i do
still
watch with a grin, the way of life for so many livers
enjoy the children and the arty kids and the queens and the tourists
for a second or two
glancing over water and sky and buildings
i really like the layout
like the selection of things
the closing hour of all the shops i find slightly annoying, but enjoy
keeping my consumer attitudes down to a low anyway
and the cheap sex industry is, like all, greatly dissatisfying
and i have reaped a few interesting relationships out of a bar or two
fragmenting out through the ones i have found from the internet
in various forms or another
there is a quiet, still
strange
if listened to
known not to be a silence at all
but a static
like a de-tuned radio
or televison, in the old days, before the blue-screen
if the static were dove into like an ocean of filaments
an endless number of directions could be taken
though i cannot help thinking they would all be equally pap
useless like candy, but occupying indeed.
still
what i have just experienced is an awareness of the stories people give
to
me
and of my desire to be creative
and work with words
so i made a new journal
out of my old red jodpuhrs
i made it expressly to write down events
because most of my journals have all just been me musing of my emotions
and
thoughts.. existential shit talk.. not the actual story, but the notes
in
the margin.
so i have heard enough comments from peole telling me to write it all
down
so i made this new book
so i startd
and have found
if i stop writing
i get horribly tense
like a large burden is on me
i have to get it out
and it’s not realy amazing or anything
i mean
i’ve not gone back and read a lot of it yet
but i am just starting
already gone through the first sheaf of my 13…
so i got a place in rotterdam
popped up
my own room
here i am
it is a good place to transition to england as i know if it i choose to
totally different than amsterdam and the belgian cities i’ve been in
and even a different twist on what i saw in cologne
and perhaps it’s just because i am staying with a british guy
who has been here 27 years, none the less
but
i just keep thinking of how this is so similar to places i’ve been in
the UK
anyway
if i can make something happen in going to belgium, i am.
and i think going back to stay in Hans’s flat would be great
because i can sit
finish off some
or start some
or continue with
the stories i am working there, re-writing them
it’s a fucking joke!
with the exception of Hans
the rest of the people i am dealing with are just so obviously
past-player-shit
it’s amazing
i have five pisces there now!
and a Leo… who i cannot help feeling dramatically tied to already in
some
strange twists and pulls
but he’s a tango singer and
there free classes in april
cities are strange.
but i do find the flow of amsterdam so pleasing
what cities do you like?
of course
i am very tempted to just come there and run around barefoot in that
sun
i insantly convinced myself that early may would be better in ireland
than
now
future, though
i am , perhaps, addicted to travel
and the idea of living.
should i choose to accept my mission
i will stay in han’s house until early april and then head to england
london
jump around
then to ireland
the friend who was going to let me use his cottage will be there
and said he’d like to travel around the island with me
so i will take that option – end of april
then come up to see you
work on some ideas with you
and countryside
and whatever our particular dynamic creates
then…
france? Morocco? spain?
southern germany and czeck republic with dashes of poland and peppering
of
austria?
cave?
seems i keep getting this story twisted…
anyway
winter time
rest
house!
later in the quiet
in late spring
when things will be warming and so green.
whenever, however
i look forward to it.
…vyne~~>
_____________________________
— i remember this was the day of the royal wedding
of… some prince
and Maxima– a girl from Argentina.. i think
the whole town was a party
2002 02 02
love love
i felt like it was really sweet
and i was happy the whole country was together over parties
intead of terrorists
as was happening in the US
From: “wind for the sail-boat” Add to Address Book
To: memorabilia23@ yahoo.com
Subject: i’m too tired for this shit
Date: Sat, 02 Feb 2002 19:46:19 -0800
But i’m going to try it anyway
going to stand in a dark room
head against the shoulder of some strange man i do know
as he listens to me tell him about my feelings towards dark rooms and
europe’s penchant for cramming in the sex and cutting out the intimacy.
the back room of the argos
and i’m talking about down stairs
behind the drag-curtain of the brick wall
has two red lights that pulse like a heart beat
perhaps a heart that is dying…
… or some strange alien parasite
as it sucks out yr life.
perhaps i was just feeling that way
very tired
very tired!
good to see the moon is shrinking
fuck
why is the moon so beautiful?
“you know the sun is sometimes
eclipsed by the moon”
i remembed tonight while in the bar
bear?
kissing someone
and thinking of how the ego can be subjugated by desire&emotion.
i was very happy about this correlation
and thought of flies on walls
a
n
d
mostly bar flies.
beautiful occasions
sweet and subtle scottish man
name of my father
but much more in his heart
————- in his innocence
————- in his truth
yeah, looks much better without glasses
yeah, mouth would be less sharp
soft and fuzzy
but..
i kept trying to tell him there was no need to be nervous
but it guess i was judging him the whole time
sometimes i cannot help it.
however
i cannot tell you all about it
just these little bits
coz the walk home can take forever
even if you’re not stoned
oh
and the bit about thomas
which i am glad to remember now
german man
after i left
being too tired
i found him in the eagle
and played a game for a minute or two
and then stepped into place where i must needed to be
and it is about being strong and desirous
definately, they really respect that
that turns them on
fire turns on a city of wooden houses
but not too much…
german man
i could met him
could run into him
happy to have made the connexion
i love massage
“thank you for these things”
happy to have played the course
and grabbed the goal
and asked and recieved
yes
thank you
beautiful nipples and cock and face and eyes
beautiful eyes
beautiful furriness
beautiful furriness all over the place
a dime a dozen, i guess
so, beautiful skin too
but soft blond fur?!
well, it’s quite nice, Germany
thanks
now abba will sing me to sleep
on my long walk home.
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