Today was off to a funeral and back and it put me in mind of Ulysees. I’d been wanting to pull the OddCity gif out, but today just seems the odd day to do it in. I was dressing myself in black and coffee and feeling like Bloom, when all along I’d fealt more like Stephen. “Getting old,” I thought and then feeling like both of them, but not feeling like me at all. In the Eulogies I learnd that the Jesuits had had a big role in the life of the man going into the ground. It got me thinking about religion and it’s contemporary corallary; terrorism.
It is truly odd to ride the subways and trains these days. Cops on the platforms, National Guard (with full automatic weapons) in Grand Central, and Connecticut State Troopers in full formal wear on the trains. Life has become one big duck and flinch and then at the funeral they go on and on about Jesus and people wear flags in their lapels and I feel like a free floating alien…. floating on the nearing tide. This and that rusty boot with its snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs to read in the diaphane remind me of Willoughby and the work I’ve been doing late at night after painting in the studio. I’m standing on the shores of Coney Island trying to figure out Violence and love and what makes for good neighbors.
