find a city
or
imagine a city to live in:
I love where I live
my favorite things about it:
the hills
the trees
places I think of I would like to live:
Athens
Istanbul
Cusquo
Cape Town? hmmm
Rio de Janeiro…?
Buenos Aries?
Zürich
Lyon?
Granada?
Tokyo: coz it’s Huge, but only when I have a free ride or a specific job there
that could take care of Location til I’m 50… with returns to the USA and surprises
Ah!
the Buren… though that’s decidedly not a city…
what about Jakarta?
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:.:
I was just thinking how silly it is
to still imagine other people’s lives
that their way of living
is some how better than mine
as if I could do it
do it like that
or
I should do what they say
Their suggestions
even when they don’t know me
or aren’t even speaking directly to me
but that I should do what they say
simply because I hear
advice being offered
useless advice
useless advice
why do I keep eating
useless advice?
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:.:
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oh, I need to write
my thoughts right now!
:la lala la la
I want to watch tv
not drop into the torrent of my consciousness
Yeah!
two memories
what?
1942?3?
bombing The Hague
the nazis came
his dad was hiding in the basement
his elder sister played piano for the soldiers
while one balanced him on his knee
he was 2 or 3
later
when they were bombing the city
his mother and sisters and he were running through the burning streets to reach
a place of safety
two memories:
first
a parot flew by
he’d never seen one before
it was a trendy middle class acquisition at the time
so exotic
somehow free’d from a destroyed building
second:
a leg
in a boot
no body in sight
just standing there
blood
his father had a horse drawn carriage
and went back and forth to the house collecting all the things they’d want to keep
through the burning streets
everything else got destroyed around there…
but their house was fine
over the remaining years of the war
they sheltered many Jews
(his them in the basement, the walls)
because Jesus wanted them to
but they didn’t learn their names
or answer their thank you cards years later
Life
another:
one of his best friend’s as a kid (in queens, in the eighties… early nineties)
lost a finger in a…
you can’t see it in this photo
he was my best friend…
but he was kind of abusive
he’s probably really hot now.
we used to suck eachother off a lot
but at some point he just acted like an asshole for no reason and they stopped being friends
all sorts of functional blind spots.
today in Greenpoint
The Poles!
they are So Tacky!
all the letters: how does that sound?
I can’t pronounce it…
how brazen… good for you!
income tax!
and a bunch of garbled words
and stuffed animals in the windows
-I think of the puff-paint sweatshirts in brataslava; rhinestones…
sparkle motion
and that depressing neighborhood yesterday in the bronx
where I thought…
one thing
and another thing
and
I didn’t want to
it all hurts
these memories
and these judgements
I want integrity and love
memories are intrinsic
oh, but the tragedies…
are they really necessary?
because they happened, they are!
and these judgements?
what about the abuse I imagine happens inside the vinyl sided house with Two iron fences; American Flag
the "depression" I imagine
"poverty"
"tackiness"
the chocolate and candies were horrible
I want to love everything!
but is that loving?
someone, he said, has to do the sorting
("and who gave you authority?!")
"he’s sweet"
everyone says
‘yeah, cloying. yeah, to give you cavities. oy! diabetes!’
being pleasant and nice is not useful
being liked
is not an important goal
action through integrity
has itself to answer for
no doubts or fear
accept what you are
when I was helping him today
holding her hair
I have to grow out my hair again
of course!
yes!
just a year of short hair
again
just this time
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:.:
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