I
Remember Now
We were listening
to Christeene, or,
well, were watching
her latest music video
(Tears From My Pussy).
I was almost finished
with The Corrections
and I’d been attempt-
ing to communicate.
With Kasey. Regard-
ing Robert Frost (it’s
true!). Blooming-
dale’s is whatever.
It’s my first time
in flight to NYC,
feeling good (well,
maybe not the first
time at that), try-
ing to do things
besides WORK (
parenthetical
ditto). Right
now I’m on a
conference call
with the other
participants
(e.g., build-
ings pass away:
“O’Farrell…”
“Hotel Nikkei
…” “… a
van-
illa latte”)
....
I was in one
of those tall,
cushy chairs
taking in the
“sea of dull-
ness” (that’s
Marlon Brand-
o to Dick Cave-
(please stay tuned for the next installment)
