5.08.2006

Back in the Broke Saddle Again

I started writing again! I spent the day talking and talking about what I "planned" my next piece to be. I knew it would be prose, in sections, in voices, that it would be a confusion of the self. In some ways I don't always know who I am. Sometimes I'm him. Sometimes I think I could have been him. This is in the poem, which came out like a long roll of paper unfurling from my lips. The more I wrote the faster I wrote. It became a heated exchange.



I'm outraged when people wear those shirts that say, "I wish I knew how to quit you." It's printed in some wacky, trend-o-rama font. I want to tear them off their bodies, even gay boys who wear them. If you own this shirt, throw it away. When you wear it, it means you have no soul. It means you've learned nothing from all of this.



I've noticed that Brokeback fever seems to be waning. I no longer hear people tacking "brokeback" onto anything anymore. I'm glad. People have moved on to new things like silent births and who's got the preggers. After all, if it weren't for straight people, we'd have a lot fewer queers in the world. Thank you, heterosexuals!



Your phone call made my day—your news was the bright spot in an otherwise horrifying month. I'm happy for you. And jealous? If I were another man I'd want you for myself.



Thanks for the well-wishes on Living Things. I'm proud of this work. The encouragement I receive through this blog matters to me.



I channeled Veronica Mars this weekend and engaged in a ritual cleaning of my space: my desk, my pen tray, my dresser. When you take everything out and put it back in again. Veronica calls this "textbook." It signifies a desire to regain control of the world around you.



Tomorrow is the season finale of Veronica Mars. Don't bother calling between 8 pm and 9 pm. It's like I won't even exist.

2 comments:

  1. There's an ad in the NY subway for some radio station that uses the slogan "I wish I could quit you." They can't even get the quote right.

    I hope it doesn't turn into one of those distorted movie lines that were never said, like "Play it again, Sam" (En realidad: "Play it, Sam") or "Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?" (En realidad: "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you?")

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  2. David Spade this week exposed the terrible Robin Williams for his 'routines' in interviews, one of which is a spate of Brokeback quotes, integrated into conversation in ways which have no context. This seems to be the general rule to the brokeback joke - it is, in itself funny, with no comic justification needed. Except it isn't, actually, funny,,,.

    Anyway, Robin Williams is about 60 years late with a joke which was old as soon as it was born. Kind of like the joke equivalent of Winston Churchill.

    The brokebakc jokes are still out there Charlie. I wish I knew how to quit them.

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