From Neuk posted in The Library Project.
They pull into Geneva and you can see the geyser spewing forth white water against the blue sky like whale spouting, of course and the mushrooms come and go and I think he has the rest of the packet in his pocket and is munching them to preserve the trip and distract the senses…She howver, has shopping to propell her like a ship down the avenues and past the bronze sculptures. She can smell leather at a thousand paces and like “The Importance of being Ernest,” her first line in Geneva is; “A Haaaaaaand Baaaaag.” He chews a mushroom like a cow chews cud and follows her like the loyal dog Fido.
I went to a performance of the Sermon from Moby Dick that is being put on in the Chapel of Greenwood Cemetary. It was rather mysterious strange to return there at night and be led by lamp light up the chapel with music pouring fourth. In the begining and end of the show, the audience was more or less abandoned at the Cemetary gates (Keats and Yeates are on your side, and Oscar Wilde on mine, says the poet), but we didn’t feel like poets so much as Zombies who must eat brains. We settled for Polish food and great stines of German and Czech beer (for real cheap, so if you go to the Greewood side to visit the dead, stop at the Polish restaurant across the street and eat their mac and cheese type delicious sin). My associates for the evening were off to the other Polish neighborhood in Brooklyn (not Greenwood, but Green Point and I only noticed that they are both green the very second) for a party, but I was too exhuasted from the weekend and instead walked home. I put the i-pod to my ears on shuffle and Roger Daltry said “there once was a note pure and easy, playing so free, like a chord rippling by” and then the batttery died (it is an old ipod and on it’s last legs I’m afraid). The night before I’d used my odd sleeping schedual (I tend to fall asleep around 9:30 and then wake up at three, or four to write/paint/edit for a few hours) to watch a VH1 documentary on The Who’s Next album. I’ve been obsessed with Pete Townsends Lifehouse concept ever since I first heard about it and I”d always wondered why The Who’s Next sounded like the fragments of an opera. It’s kind of the next great unfinished psychodelic opera after SMILE. So I walked home more or less Coincidancing to the Who music in my head. I’ll post some more stuff on the sermon soon.
Top is a collab started by yours truly and finished by Brian Raszka from The Library Project and below that is a start by him, going to Sonja I believe.
