With my dear friends Christine (shown) and Ola (behind the camera).
Belgrade Visit
15 February, 2014
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“An honorable human relationship – that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” – is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.” — Adrienne Rich from On Lies, Secrets, and Silence |
On the Road again
Traveling again, writing as inspiration hits me on the London subway.
8 February, 2014
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Beautiful men “keep their love high in the linen closet and I’m too short to reach it.” — Sonia Sanchez from Home Girls and Hand Grenades |
1 February, 2014
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“Which side are you on boy, which side are you on?” — Billy Bragg from Back to Basics |
Strip Club
Dear Ola,
Last night we took a friend out for his 25th birthday and we went to a strip club. There were lots of naked women dancing on the tables. I understand now why you don’t want to go to the club in your home town in Croatia. It would not be nice to see someone you know dancing with their pussy in your face.
We learned lots of things during the evening. We learned that Indians and Chinese come on Wednesday because they are cheap and the entry is only $5. We learned that most of the waitresses are colored and they say life is shit but you grab onto a little bits of hope. We learned that that lots of the white girls don’t want to go upstairs with black guys, and even if they do, they don’t give extras.
We learned all of this from the black lady with long braids who was sitting talking to us for a long time. My friend finally picked her and he fucked her upstairs. During that time we went outside and took a walk in the parking lot. When he came down he was very sweaty and smiling big. He said it was the best birthday he had ever had and he can’t wait for 2015.
Alex
25 January, 2014
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“I asked him to marry me, once. He told me he couldn’t because this would be all that their was.” — Patty Larkin from “I Told Him my Dog Wouldn’t Run” |
19 January, 2014
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“I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers”
— Tennessee Williams from A Streetcar Named Desire
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Sign of the Times: South Africa
Monday I start my new life – no job, just writing, art, friends, meditation, exploring, resting, recuperating. I read the signs as I move through Joburg:
Father Death Blues
1988. My sister Rachael and I drove north to Lowell, Massachusetts for a tribute to the late Jack Kerouac. That night Ginsberg sang this song, and twenty five years later we still remember: the old mill town, Ginsberg’s broken voice filling the hall, the power of poetry to awaken . . .
Rachael singing Allen Ginsberg’s “Father Death Blues” (it takes a minute to start)