April 05, 2005
how lush and lusty the grass looks, how green
days to mark with a thousand white stones re. it’s a miracle i saw you passing through. spring rain is falling softly you is a miracle i caught passing by. the thing is i thought meteor i mean miracle is what it is.
my new job blows and i don’t want to talk about it. but without money i could never have got the toulouse record and secret map attached. or go places. so.
my weblog just turned one! the first weblog outside of our solar system has just been photographed! i mean planet! other scientific breakthroughs; my heart has expanded 8 times its size, nightime breaks late now, and it is the last days of my twenties, so have a cigar.
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October 23, 2004
the pleasure principle
In every book I have read, the elements for a successful surprise-party are as follow :
- A stack of records
- A stack of liquor
- Dancing guests (on the couches, under the furnitures, on the piano, on the balcony, in the bathtub, in the corners, around the stereo)
- Explosives (for the grand finale)
I would say that in good company, #1 is the only prerequisite, because books are filled with exaggeration. Still, sometimes, they make us worry when we should not.
Tonight is my friend K’s birthday party. She worries that it won’t be all that, and I worry about people close to me finding my blog and scoffing at me for this and that, so let’s call her Josef K from now on, who is celebrating not her birthday but a wedding anniversary. I got her a little red suede pouch filled with flasks of beauty and cleaning products. She thinks we should get a plan going, in fear of guests pacing around and being bored. I picture it from here, she says. Having no set plans means that sooner or later, guests will turn their nose up, and their mouth downwards,
- I’m bored with everything! Anyone’s any ideas?
- Remember you’re not as empty as you think!
- This party definitely lacks organisation…
- Let’s take some furnitures home, as compensation.
I still think we should not get plans going. Schedules are for the workweek; on weekends I’m good for nothing, sweet nothing. Having no plans leave all doors open to possibilities, such as smearing war paint on our face and go wild in the streets! Or just stay inside quietly, but still with the possibility of painting our face, etc. Maybe it has nothing to do with what is called the pleasure principle but if you asked me to explain it anyway, this is the idea I would try to convey.
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September 23, 2004
in ribbons
this morning on my way to work i stopped by my neighbours’ and weaved a little something to honour pogo’s birthday. all my fondest wishes!
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple ; garlands from window to window ; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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