—John Ashbery
I’m in the leather daddy section, drinking a
strawberry banana smoothie, trying not to be
too rational. Fun. I could come here every
Saturday. But I feel distant. Maybe I should
explore a lot more. What’s up? It’s a not-so-
hot weekend. Standing in front of the Curran
Theater in the rain. Then sleep (with parts of
8½ strewn throughout). Today is a such a
blue day. I smack my head in the middle of
it. The board meeting on Saturday; a getting
up on the wrong side of bed thing. What else?
Nothing. A few folks came over, got angry
because we were in the middle of a fight.
But Sunday came. A happy morning
walking to downtown and back (which
is mostly like levitating, considering
our location). Then I napped. All
without any sense of malaise or edginess.
