tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post1836348084177253643..comments2023-03-25T04:52:27.072-04:00Comments on Seventh Draft: Ask Her If She Likes BaloneyAlexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02074998005975572587noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-15109069230319440802007-11-11T09:36:00.000-05:002007-11-11T09:36:00.000-05:00Uncle Screwtape on the Bruce post:"i had to take a...Uncle Screwtape on the Bruce post:<BR/><BR/>"i had to take a slight run at bruce because of the simple fact that i, like many of 'my generation', got steamrollered by the bud [dolan**]. <BR/><BR/>>>>once your immune receptors have been imprinted with the stearic chemistry from that transcendental headwater, the downstream disciples are splintering drips beside an ocean. i mean, "gates of eden"...who could come up w shit like that!!?? nobody. forget it...<BR/><BR/>tho' for all i know **dylan mighta been a big fan of the boss....he does freakin cadillac commercials these days...(also victoria's secret...bobby's no dummy...<BR/><BR/>thus to my mind: not so much a criticism of anything brucean as it is endemic to the colossal commodification of everything sacred which has queered the entire social communication apparatus and swallowed entire Kingdoms of Experience whole, spitting them back out as fetid, rasty chunks unfit for a brakeman's piss<BR/><BR/>the truly gruesome fact of the matter is, its all been a bad repetition SINCE "positively 4th st."..just another set of x, y, zenerations iterating, recycling, reborn to rerunning old tired tapes, etc...there hasnt been any new artistic information in 40 yrs...just this increasingly tapped-out clonery...in fact we seem -as a country anyway- to be back in that exact same psychic space...a phony baloney war raging in the background, corporate master control run riot, while everyone just stares numbly at the cathode ray...like the scene in fahrenheit 451...how else to explain the persistent relevance of stuff that shoulda rotted & fallen off so many windy moons ago...leggo m y eggo...<BR/><BR/>say if the beatles had never been, & came out new tomorrow, would they take over the world all over again??? i guarantee you "IF SO/FACTO" that is beyond comprehension...& it should be like ice water to the balls of any heir to the creative wooden ships that brought such dutch schpruuengenschtines to this shore in the first place <BR/><BR/>>>> we have got to wake up!!! ATTENT!!!"Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08087665501043864633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-6839312296062665212007-11-06T18:04:00.000-05:002007-11-06T18:04:00.000-05:00I also find doing the dishes an oddly soothing exp...I also find doing the dishes an oddly soothing experience. I imagine I'm a farmer rummaging around inside a cow's vagina, just biding my time until suddenly, out pops a beautiful, dewy-eyed, adorable baby cheese grater!<BR/><BR/>(hope I have my anatomy right on that one...cow's don't have four vaginas, do they?)<BR/><BR/>A recent email from my uncle, by the by (introductory salvo: "Bruce is gay") includes:<BR/><BR/>"...at any event no one's listening anymore. so there's your real problem. you could come along and blow the doors off poundeliotjoyce like they were tin-cylinder edsels & there would hardly be a ripple. its absolutely phenomenal<BR/><BR/>the world's attention has become decoupled from its primary purpose, or from the factual reality of its own human nature, if you will. and this was sublimely explained & predicted as far back as burned-up mutton."Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08087665501043864633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-418006623450631123.post-47555949325312886022007-11-06T16:40:00.000-05:002007-11-06T16:40:00.000-05:00It looks like our little Happy Cobra/Seventh Draft...It looks like our little Happy Cobra/Seventh Draft e-book now has some additional participants, if they want to contribute.<BR/><BR/>And, really, does Seth? Possibly, Josh should just submit something by his uncle.<BR/><BR/>I just can't stop eating Greek food these days, gentlemen, and I really don't know why. I'm back from my lunch run, gyro in hand.<BR/><BR/>(Okay, not in hand. I can't type with a single hand. In any circumstance.)<BR/><BR/>It's a "spicy" gyro, which confuses me. He asked if I wanted it "spicy" and I panicked and said "yes." <BR/><BR/>And then, tonight we're going out to a local Greek restaurant—me, the girl, and her family.<BR/><BR/>This seems odd. So much Greek food.<BR/><BR/>Last night I was doing the dishes and it occurred to me that I feel the same way about writing as I feel about the dishes. I hate them both until I am doing them, and until after I have done them. Up to the moment I stand over the sink/keyboard, to hell with both activities. I would rather not. But then. The little push. Off I go. And I could continue for hours on end.<BR/><BR/>There are only so many dishes, though. The stories go on forever.<BR/><BR/>Please tell DJ Alex that I will expect him to play Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music at the dance. And Love Child by Diana Ross and the Supremes. And possibly Cannibal Corpse.The Man Who Couldn't Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02910718558602413449noreply@blogger.com