J.
How are you?
Where are you?
I’m still smokin’ it
in Nueva York….
Plenty of uncertainty—–
so far nothing has clicked.
I’m still showing little serious
or humourous interest in
writing and reading.
I’m so bereft of “creative” “impetus”
(almost sounds like “oedipus”)
that it is funny….
I’m waiting for Thunder, Rain, and Deluge—-
(certainly not the “thunder” that Eliot
spoke of….and I think that Pier Paolo
Passolini, in Teorema, and in Edipo Re,
presents an authentic vision of
horrific sterility and horrific waste…..)
I’d like to take all this horribly coded
language…..turn it upside-down and
invert it…..
Feedback and Redundancy,
emperors and tyrants….
so much for “modernism”…..
Body, Psyche,
come to us with colors
which cleanse and heal life.
Anthony