Toward the end of 1981, Jill and I, having been
recently married, left Austin for the bigger pond of Los Angeles. She
flew there free via DHL; I was to follow after on the Lunar Cycle, a
Triumph Bonneville. Lunar only made it to Pole Number 14, 8 miles east
of Harper, Texas. I took the Greyhound.
This is the city;
Los Angeles, California, and I'm not Friday. It's the city of Lights and
dazzled I's; the city of a million answers looking for a
question; where women dress grotesquely to insulate themselves from the
chill wind of the practiced line; where cocaine is a second currency,
and rich impotent cokeheads call callgirls just to share their snow;
city of the absurdity of all logical extremes.
Insanity is there for
the taking; fortunately, it is optional. Insanity provides income for
the sane and enterprising. It provides insights and examples for the
thoughtful student of society. It supplies a counterpoint to the
conservative reactionary, urging the intelligent toward a reasonable
Whenever the logical extreme is visible, it hastens change;
the search for a viable alternative. Like high voltage and atomic power,
Los Angeles can be used for good as well as ill.
March 15, 1982
Repetitious rhythm is the essence
of the act of love,
which poetry is always, conciously or
trying to simulate.
Nobody sees the ordinary until it is too late.
pauses; sanctify clauses.
Eat me, said the bread.
Eat me, said the cheese.
So I ate until they were gone.
Eat me, said the woman.
I ate until she came.
And then, the Universe said Eat me.
So I looked inside myself, and found that I had.
The best fins in the world would do a camel no
Two men were on a train. What's in
the basket? said one.
A mongoose, to eat the snakes.
When I drink a lot, I see snakes.
But those are imaginary snakes.
Yes, I know. And this is
an imaginary mongoose.
This is the essence of both psychiatry
Curb your dogmatism.
Missing points shall be returned to their owner.
Women don't have to worry about getting bald.
You can have your liver, and eat it too.
Say the magic word and the Duck will come down and
give you $100.
Every string which has one end
also has another end.
You must take the bull
by the tail and look the facts in the face.
Everything which is not compulsory is forbidden.
Have we a hold on Reality, while They do not?
Reality uses vaseline: 'Twill come off in your hand,
Leaving you to
wipe it on your genes.
The only truly maladaptive behaviour
is that which brings no joy.
Much that is enlightening is
done in the dark.
Life is a deep, deep well, if you can dig
Life is a mystic number, if you can digit.
fickle finger writes, and, having written, moves past.
Only then do
you know if it has goosed you in passing.
ramparts--they're running rampant!
Raise the ramps; raze the
The ram parts are in the ewe parts!
The Tramps are on
the Ramps, having T!
Send them no letters. Send them CAPS but no
The Power Company will cut off their ecleticity.
I fell off a precipice into a preposition,
And found it was a
The ultimate in self-fulfillment is coming
into one's own.
make and project our own image, or do others do it for us? No matter
what we project, the image will be altered by the mind of the receptor.
So, we must create the image, and then try to correct it when it is
misperceived. Perhaps this is a superflous activity that stands in the
way of real achievment.
Thou shalt not make graven
What this advice may really mean is that
individuals are constantly in flux; that the image, projected or
self-held, that is valid one second may not be the next; that, rather
than try to hold ourselves to a given self-concept with a set range of
looks, action, and attitude, we should be willing to rethink at any
moment what we are and what to do.
Naturally, there are constants
about anyone. These tend to be very important traits, such as character,
intelligence, talent, etc. But these do not stand in the way of
Come to me, my melon-colored
First Impressions of Cocaine
Interesting. I think I understand why someone doing coke might
call an escort just for company. It does rather make one want to talk
to somebody. But, all things considered, I'd still rather have the
money it costs than the coke. It's pleasant, but it doesn't make me
want to reach for my wallet and look for a dealer.
There are things I'd rather do, like make love. I don't find it easier
to write while using it. In fact, it slows me down, and does nothing at
all for the quality.
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