“There is both amber and lodestone.
Whether thou art iron or straw,
thou wilt come to the hook.”
Today, by the wharf I watched a mockingbird chase down a big crow in flight-
nipping with sharp beak at black wings..
The hour is late, and I’m in need of some tea-
the Malatiera mountain tea picked by lovely bare-legged maidens
on the rocky hillsides of Isle of Crete, with manuka and rata honey and milk.
Luckily, I have both- kettle’s on.
An Ersatz Update-
The night after I convinced myself I was completely dry of palatable plotlines for this little film, we sat down to brainstorm- and within minutes I managed to pull the perfect story out of the air, fully-formed and much better than the first plan by far. I won’t spoil the surprise just yet, but a gesture of gratitude to for subliminally implanting the theme into my brainpan.
I very much like watching my hyacinth vine seedlings push up through black soil on the balcony, and the little lizards that sun there, throats blowing up like valentines.
I like my job- it’s blissfully simple and I like learning snippets of Mandarin and eating congee for dinner.
Some good things I saw this week:
National Puppet Day at Storyland- a rag-tag gaggle of cirkus kids entertaining wee tots with fantastic puppetshows featuring heroic ice-cream cones and inter-galactic dinosaurs. Later the was a puppet parade, and this little retarded boy and I danced and geeked out on Mr. Mattson’s ingenious kitty-kat DJ get-up..
(A moment to explain, or attempt to- Picture a man dressed as a big black evil kitty kat with a giant sharp-toothed glowering head, wearing a hand-welded chestplate amped and attached to a phonograph which blares his hissings and scratches near and far.
Doesn’t quite capture it, but the children loved it.)
I slid down the awesome dragon slide and it was super-fast.
Oh yes, and if any of you end up here I’ll take you to Storyland.
(Very different from Storyville, in that Storyville was a notorious red-light district here in New Orleans at the turn of the century- and Storyland is a slightly psychotic kiddie park with a fairytale theme. Lots of colorful toadstools. Scary dwarves. Spanish moss and Mother Goose. It’s fantastic.)
Had the joy of catching The Centimeters a few times, at the Hi-Ho and back by Lake Chartres. -Try to imagine The Magnetic Fields mating violently in the Carpathians with Klaus Nomi and Max Schreck. With their Lee Press-on epicanthic folds fashioned from paper bags, they are downright irresistible.
Also, The Cramps and the Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Drinking Game, both vicious good fun.
Oh and, this guy I wait tables with has a cat named…
SEXY UNIVERSE
He found it abandoned with pus-sealed eyes at a construction site.
It scratches and has a bizarre bacterial infection.
YES!
I dream of fireworks and underwater demon-gods and rattling underground trains.
I’m ravenous and want to know why one is not supposed to eat late at night,
or before bedtime? Tell me!
Until I know a good reason, I’m going to do it anyway.
– RANDOM PARENTHETICAL TRANSMISSIONS END HERE –