Notes From Me
Thursday, February 10, 2005

Chu Hi, Chu Hi

So my friend Dave will be in town in about twenty minutes, gonna meet him at the station and go play darts I think. And Scrabble at some point. Here in Shingu the only pool tables cost about thirty dollars an hour so I never play. I have tomorrow off, going hiking on Kumano Kodo and to a "setting park" (I thought Yohko was saying "petting" park but no), apparently a place with the sunset hour specifically in mind. Such quaintness.

For unknown reasons my mother collects roosters (not real ones) so she must be
quite pleased this year.

Having forty million things to take care of does odd things to my mind. I watched the Royal Tenenbaums to relax it the other day. That film, and Commissioner of Sewers (William S. Burroughs documentary) are the only two I have.

For now I shall close with random things I have written at one time or another:

Old Hanna Brown lines up three tall ones on the piano and knocks 'em back one by one, everybody cheering except Jones and the Irving sisters who wait transfixed for the notes to come crying from the old man's horn.

Effects: His father was a preacher, then a lawyer. His father ran away, and the stepfather was a military man who abused accordingly.

Terry Ann plays violin, a Rumanian mime with a velvet rose by the Sacre Coeur, and a hootenanny at Camp Meeker.

posted by lux at 5:27 AM
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2 Comments:

Blogger kt commented at 2/10/2005~  

i have a recording of william burroughs readings a piece he wrote for Harper's called "when did i stop wanted to be President?" in which he mentions his long lost ambition to be the Commissionar of Sewars...

Blogger lux commented at 2/11/2005~  

in this film he keeps interrupting the very polite interviewer but somehow that doesn't detract from his answers, and he reads his own stuff with calm confidence. i like his sense of humor, which gives a much needed spin to the odd video graphics in the documentary; they've got these flames and masks and things all swirling around half the time.

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