Saturday, December 29, 2007
p.s. Hey. Yet another day with nothing much to report on my end. Just lots of trips back and forth to the Recollets to scrub and gather and tote, but the old place will be history by the next time I see you. I'm going to post my final 2007 top ten lists on Monday, so if you think you'd like to counter them with yours, which would be cool, you now have 48 hours advance warning to scan your memories and prepare to jot. Err ... yeah, that it's it for me today, as far as I can tell. ** Lost Child, Help with 'scorts? I can do that. Say the word. Well, the year's almost over, and this might be one of those situations where imagining something like the click from '07 to '08 is more than a simple click. I'm determined that next year is going to rule. Symbolism, here we come. Power of the mind and all that. Hang in there. ** Jax, At last you bring up the subject of your legendary 'smelly cock'. I've been on tinterhooks over here. Seriously, it's a ledge. My toes hang over the edge into perilous space when I stand on it. Isn't that a ledge? In America, it would be a ledge with a fancy railing thing stuck on it. Pass on my get well soon to Nick, please, if he's not reading this. Nick, get back on your feet, man! I'm glad you got into that course. That is good news whatever happens, I think. And I'm fascinated that you're feeling the pull towards prose. I knew we hadn't lost you. ** Youngandstupid, I figured you'd have so many 'Aryan genetic perfection' boys up there where you come from, that the strange and confident Swede would get a yawn. Maybe he really is The One, our only hope, in which case depriving the world of his kids starts to seem like a real hot bargain at, whatever, $200 an hour. Hm. ** Wolf, I thought I felt irony in that Swede boy's 'Aryan' thing, but it might be wishful thinking. Oh, well. Has my English changed over here? Good question. Well, since 95% of the people I deal with speak English as a second or third language at best, I wonder if I've subconsciously begun to speak English more plainly and with a less dimensional tone and without much subtext. When I go back to LA, no one's said I've gotten dumb, but my friends might be being polite. I'm sure there are new Frenchisms in my speech. I do use French words a fair amount. I'm going to try to start paying more attention starting today and see what I can learn about my current speech mode. Interesting. On Gun Club, a lot of people like the album 'Fire of Love' (or something close to that) a lot too. See what you think. Jeffrey has a nice howl. ** Stan_cz, Well, most people I know who go to university get student loans to pay most or all of their tuition, which they then spend the next twenty plus years repaying in installments. And there are scholarships you can get where most of the tuition is paid. And some people get a reduced tuition fee by working at the school in some capacity, like in the library or as a teacher's assistant or whatever. I think that's how it's possible to go to such expensive schools, and those might be ways in for you. Take care, Carsten. You enjoying your presumed non-school vacation? ** Tigersare, 106 degrees on New Years? That's ridiculous. And I say that as an Angeleno for whom holidays were always accompanied by warmth whether we liked it or not. I'm real glad to hear you're going ahead with that 70s gay singer songwriter project you mentioned here a while. It's such a good project, and I can't think of anything else out there like it. I smell not only cultural advancement but an indie hit. Maybe you can license it to Rhino or something. Very cool. Are most of the artists still active? Are you collecting tracks from the period only or more recent stuff by them or ... ? ** Blake, Awesome. All that pen stuff is really getting excellently weird and kind of Bressonian in the transmuting repetitiveness and the kind of autistic attention to detail and to the method by which people do 'minor' things. The writing's precision is so beautifully wedded to the characters' seeming looseness and casualness, etc. etc. Just great. ** David Ehrenstein, What about figuring out some big piece for the Times that would get them to send you over here. Something serious or something fun or arts related or travel stuff? People love to read about Paris. You think the Tuesday Weld Day opens the door a sufficiently large crack? I'm hoping. ** 5stringsA, I did a wallop of drugs for a long time too, but I'm not ... well, I don't think I'm ... what was I saying? I suspect you've taken the damage like a champ. You were once a simple tree, and now you're a totem pole. Much better. ** Craig, Yeah, sometimes no face pix in escort ads means what you'd expect, but sometimes it's just a choice to keep the escort identity secret. If that Decemberists guy is for real, he probably has a lot of web surfing friends and would rather not be the brunt of possible jokes and gossip. But it's also true he might be, you know, not facially worthy or something? I've had a bunch of friends over the years who've escorted, and most of them did it for kicks as much for the money, which can, of course, be a very good amount of money, and they liked doing it. Mostly they were guys who either were into older men anyway or had high sex drives and didn't care all that much what their partners looked like. Obviously, guys sometimes escort for desperate reasons too, but less often than you think, from what I know. About connecting with your nephew, yeah, it's hard when he's 5, but you're laying the groundwork now 'cos he's observing you and getting to trust you. My nephew Cody and I started bonding most when he was about 10 or something, and now of course it's easy 'cos he's a formed being, and he and I are into a lot of the same things. And moving out the parents' home is definitely easier with a partner. Having a roommate or roommates in your first home away from home is a very good idea. But it doesn't need to be a partner, it can be a friend or friends or simpatico acquaintances too. Lucky you to have a Wii in the other room. Mine's in another country. ** SYpHA_69, I like the idea of a short book on Warhol, if it turns out that way. Mary Woronov's is a good example. When I think Warhol, I think big book, so a shorter book has freshness and surprise going for it from the outset. Nice Bret quote. Good old Bret. I wonder what he's working on. I looked at the first several comments about Steve's interview with me on the Vice blog. They really are lame and kind of grasping for a way to be sarcastic. Dumb. ** Bernard, Actually, the book Joel was telling me about is this new one. 'Little Sammy Sneeze.' Do you know that McKay work? I don't think I do. Word that your McKay post is only a couple of weeks away is very exciting news, need I say. You lost me on the musical stuff, needless to say. That stuff might as well be Martian to me. It's weird. A failing of mine, no doubt. ** Killer Luka, I love that Alex drawing, and the newer one too. How great to see your art again. What's the latest on the mannequins' progress? The ghosts are mostly in my bedroom? Gee, I wonder why, ha ha. I wonder if they read my blog. I wonder if they post comments. ** Steevee, The Pitchfork mention in that ad is the clincher, right? First and only time I've seen that, and I really scour escort ads, only for the benefit of the fine people around here, of course. Well, for the stretch that I watched Al Jazeera's Childrens Channel, and I certainly need to see more to give you any definitive read on their programming, I saw two shows, both about kids interacting with the animals and nature native to that part of the world, and that was pretty Nature Channel-like on a much lower budget except for the running through-line/subtext showing the US military crashing through beautiful spots in their jeeps and tanks, and the piles of little dead animal bodies being tossed haphazardly into trash receptacles by military men who'd been shooting them out of boredom, and so on. ** Dan, Hope you're having good holidays too. I'll get back to you this weekend. Sorry, moving and stuff got me off track for a while. Sounds exciting, man. Great. ** Misanthrope, Benjaminbottomboy didn't make my cut because of his face. I couldn't turn away that email exchange between him and the shit guy, could I? My 'favorite' comment on the Vice blog was that one said I look dissipated and went on about how horrible my nose is. There are some very deep people around that blog. Maybe we over here should challenge them over there to a touch football game, eh? I've never seen a dead boy's ass I didn't like. You? ** Bacteriaburger, He did have a little bit of a flair for erotic writing, right? Something for him to try his hand at once the inevitable day arrives that his fresh baked bread ass is more suited for croutons than for expectant faces. ** JW Veldhoen, And you've gotta love the three different, conflicting cause of death explanations so far from Musharraf's government, all in conflict with every witness account and coroner explanation. It's hell. ** Michael Karo, Lovely Xmas dinner. If I wasn't a vegetarian, I'd have been drooling. So Dylan doesn't like you to video his face? But it's a nice face. I like your new glasses and the picture too. Very James Dean. ** Marc, Hey! What a pleasure, man. I'm glad to hear you're making good use of Minneapolis. Last time you were there, it was quite productive too. Good, good, good. You have a great New Years too, and come back and hang out when the mood strikes, yeah? Take care, Marc. ** Atomic, Joshua seems to have won the most ... uh, hearts here. And who can blame you all. He did kind of rule, though I have to say I thought that 'Aryan' thing presented an interesting challenge. And I quite liked the birdseed guy personally, but I like French guys. Glad you picked up on the elevator's evil nature. I thought it was just the Californian in me equating old elegance with the 'out to get me.' Too bad it only goes from the ground floor to the top floor and not down into that scary basement. Or does it? ** J., Hey there. Well, if Joshua represents your recent sex life, I can't feel that badly for you. Though hating humanity is an awfully big price to pay. On your Burroughs question, well, there are many who disagree with me, but to my mind by the time Burroughs wrote 'Cities of the Red Night' there was some automatic pilot going on in his writing, familiar motifs lacking their old craziness. If you read the great Burroughs stuff -- Naked Lunch through The Wild Boys -- there's a ton of hanging/ejaculation, but it's all mixed in and messed up with the language experimentation, which makes it feel more like the little explosions I think he intends and less just like good old Burroughsian schtick, if you know what I mean. So I say your having trouble with the repetition is probably because it's a problem, though other equally smart people here may jump and defend/explain it in a more positive light. I'm not sure if that helps, but thanks a lot for stopping in and asking. ** Paradigm, Yeah, I was just saying above how ludicrous the Pakistani government is being about the assassination, especially with very solid evidence to the contrary from all sorts of people from the coroner to American journalist eyewitnesses to simple logic. I like that they're being caught in their lies so quickly, although the chaos at the top that would have lead to such a lame, incoherent response to Bhutto's murder portends some very bad and destructive days and decisions ahead. It couldn't be more fucked up, right? ** Laurabethnoble, Really sorry about your mom. Listening to your voice mails three times, that's kind of ugly. Yikes. Still, disregarding that quite big, sad problem, it does sound like your trip home has been fruitful. Say hey to Andrew for me. ** Math T., Get some good sleep, pal. ** No more teenagekicks, Great essays list. Randall Jarrell, that's a good one. I hadn't thought about him in ages. Why did Sebald have to die? That loss was a huge one. Guy was completely cooking when it happened. ** Jeff, Finland, it is. Heck, they answer Santa Claus's letters there. When I was a kid, we had a Finnish mother and daughter team housekeepers for a while. They were cool. They made us Finnish food a lot, and it was good, Finnish pancakes are the best in the world. I haven't read 'Fires', but I'll mark it down for purchase. Thanks, Jeff. You're always so generous. It's much appreciated. ** Dynomoose, I will for sure stop Malkovich on the street the next time I see him and tell him about your tree. Talk about an opening line. I think that tidbit plus his joy at coming across a fellow freaky American in this godforsaken place should do the trick. I'm not kidding. When I see him, I'm going to tell him. He looks very approachable strangely. ** Winter Rates, Dude, totally loved the Xmas show. Thank you for the GBV and the dedication. Well, two dedications. Let's see. ... love that Stereolab track, that Pogues song always gets to me, that weird R2D2 thing, Dead Moon, Love, Fuck, ... Nonstop goodness. You warmed my heart and home, as ever. ** Luke, Hey. I'd love to talk to you about those mysterious books. How was the Union Hall gig? That was on the 27th, right? Am I wrong? 'Osciller follement' is beautiful. Lyrics, a poem, ... ? That line about how strange it is that you choose to entertain such a strange beast is so great. You're so good with the lines that just sneak up and grab your throat. Thank you very much for that, Luke. ** Right, people. I have to zoom across town to do some shit. I hope you find Tuesday Weld and her day or rather weekend to be something worth chewing on. Have very good weekends, and I'll see you on Monday.
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Thank you againnnn for your feedback, much appreciated. I started writing it as a novel then restarted it as a film, I think I see things in camera angles better maybe....
b.
INT. CAFETERIA-MID DAY
(C.U. Of Blythe hands grabbing a multi-puke-colored plastic
tray)
Blythe and Mary are in the lunch line but only Blythe has a tray.
MARY
I don't understand how you can eat this food. It is so nasty!
BLYTHE
It's not that bad. I really like
the french fries. Doesn't everyone
like french fries?
Blythe grabs a plate of chicken fingers from the counter.
An old lunch lady with very few teeth is standing behind the counter.
BLYTHE
Can I have some fries please?
LUNCH LADY
Oh, I can do dat.
The lunch lady hands a tray of fries to Blythe.
MARY
I'm getting a salad and a low
fat milk.
Mary walks to the salad cart and goes to get a tray.
The top tray is dirty.
She begins to lift the trays one by one looking for a clean one.
Each tray is dirtier then the last.
A skinny mousey-brown haired girl walks up to the cart.
Marys back is turned to the girl.
SKINNY GIRL
Excuse me, can I have a small salad
with no croutons and-
Mary turns around and slams her tray down.
MARY
WHAT? I'm not a lunch lady! God,
I'm just trying to get a clean-
The girl interrupts Mary.
SKINNY GIRL
Oh, well from the back you look like-
MARY
WELL I'M NOT!
The skinny girl gives Mary the finger and walks away.
Mary rolls her eyes and picks up her tray to get her salad.
She gets a few pieces of lettuce, one carrot, one tomato and fat free dressing.
Blythe meets her at the end of the cart.
BLYTHE
Lets go sit by the window.
MARY
It's really nice out. I wonder if I
should have worn my sunblock...
They sit down at a table.
The sun shining directly into Mary's eyes.
She is squinting.
The lunch room is full of people eating and talking very loud.
Blythe is eating fries and chicken with ketchup.
Mary is slowly eating her salad.
Each bite she takes is very small and chewed many times.
BLYTHE
Do you want a french fry? I'm
getting full but they're so good.
MARY
(takes a sip of milk)
Oh no, I'm pretty full myself...
So are you meeting up with Jason
later?
Mary wipes her face off with a napkin.
BLYTHE
(while eating Jello)
I think he's hanging out with
Geordon or something. I have tons
of homework anyway.
MARY
You know what, I was reading
Seventeen and this girl was talking
about how her boyfriend was like
this crazy black guy. He would make
her do all kinds of things, sorta
sounded like Jason.
BLYTHE
Jasons is just having some fun. I
really want him to be happy...
Blythe puts her Jello down.
She starts to look really uncomfortable and is playing with her food.
MARY
Yeah, if thats what you call fun.
BLYTHE
Can we talk about something else?
Blythe Stabs her Jello with her fork.
MARY
Sorry, I just was curious.
BLYTHE
What are you doing after school?
MARY
I think I have some dinner
thing with my parents. They like to
have stupid formal stuff a few times a month.
BLYTHE
Well I'm sure your mom will make
something really good.
MARY
Probably something fat.
CUT TO BLACK:
The sound of Mary coughing up her lunch is heard.
INT. GIRLS BATHROOM-AFTERNOON
(P.O.V of toilet bowl looking up towards the ceiling)
The sound of a hand dryer turning on is heard.
Mary leans back over the toilet bowl after throwing up.
She spits and it falls from her lips down into the bowl.
Mary wipes her mouth and gets up.
She flushes and leaves the stall.
TEACHER (O.S.)
Deb, it's time to go to the
bathroom.
DEB(O.S.)
OK I gotta go pee... bad real bad.
Deb has Down Syndrome.
She enters the bathroom and goes into the stall Mary just left.
Mary walks to the sinks.
(C.U. Of Mary's mouth in the mirror)
Mary is checking for food in her teeth and smiling really big.
Her teeth have white and yellow spots from decay.
TEACHER (O.S.)
Deb...are you dry?
DEB
(in stall)
I'm dry...
Deb exits the stall and washes her hands in the sink next to Mary.
She is wearing a pink shirt that has puppies on it and overalls.
Mary turns and smiles at her.
DEB
You have pretty teeth's.
MARY
Thank you..
Mary turns back toward the mirror and stares at her decaying teeth.
She leaves the bathroom after Deb.
††
Beyond Fabulous Tuesday Weld Weekend!
She's such a formidable mixture of vivacity and depression. A key Tuesday moment is the climax of Play it As it Lays where she cradles Tony Perkins in her arms and sings "You Belong To Me" a capella to him as he expires from an overdose of sleeping pills -- taken because he can't stand being gay.
His character that is.
Perkins couldn't stand being gay until he learned how to fake being bi.
Completely in awe of Tuesday Weld Day. I do not know how you do it. I actually own a VHS copy of "Sex Kittens Go to College" and I know it's hindsight and all that, but you look at TW in it and know she's got something no-one else has. And that's saying a great deal, because you know, it also features Brigitte Bardot's sister Mijanou. It was "Pretty Poison" that hooked me on TW, although I think she must be right, it's really not very well directed.
And that's a lot of awe in 24 hours, because I finally saw "I'm Not There" last night. Holy shit. Who was it who it his/her whole ten best list? And then some.
Yeah, "Little Sammy Sneeze"--McCay is, you know, one of those artists who comes along early in a form and ends up doing everything that anyone ever did with it later. Sammy Sneeze is full of subversion of the frame, like ten years after the frame was invented. McCay used these simple devices to picture the artform consuming, exploding, or undermining itself; hence the explosive sneeze--in every single episode; and another series, "Hungry Henrietta," in which a little girl eats the entire scene of the comic each time. Genius. (But they're not dream-related, like "Rarebit Fiend" and "Nemo.") McCay also had a very interesting conflicted relationship to his wife, which is probably the basis for his strips on marriage, including maybe my favorite comic strip title ever: "Ain't You Glad You're Not a Mormon?"
Years ago when Bill was working at a booktore in Woodstock he sold Tuesday Weld a copy of Light in August.
Dennis, where are all these Tuesday quotes from?
Yeah, Dennis, well, I don't know. I can't think of any project that I've been so conflicted over. I don't know how much times I've wondered "Is this something I really want to do?" or "Am I still working on this only because I've put so much time into it?" It just lacks a certain passion, as I've said before... it's not very fun to write. Hell, for all I know it probably wouldn't even be that fun to read. I mean, "Confusion" was tough to write but at least I enjoyed myself. At least I found myself wanting to work on it and not dreading it everyday.
Maybe I should just back out now. I've only got 50 pages of actual text, which isn't really a whole lot. It wouldn't be a total loss... at the very least it got me to finally watch some of Warhol's films (it also greatly enhanced my Warhol book library). To be honest there's a part of me that wonders if I'm just doing this book to put to practical use all the research I've done on the man over the years. Which isn't really the best reason to write a book, I don't think.
Tuesday Weld... Even her name is great. I forgot that she was married to Dudley Moore. Now that must have been a wild and weird marriage? In Dobie Gillis she played Warren Beatty's high school girlfriend, right? Dobbie Gillis is an interesting tv show. I loved it as a child. It was a strange one, it sort of winked to the tv audience for its weirdness.
"Are You The Boy" is a great recording. Thanks for posting it on the blog.
agentCooper, mmh, i think i spotted a few frenchisms in your sentences lately but i cant remember which ones. dammit.
tuesday weld... jesus. what a life. i'm not sure what a ten year-old heavy drinker looks like, it's spooky. she looks both indestructible and too pretty to be real.
i have finished one of my favourite paintings ever, my Brother's Xmas present, and posted a shitload of pictures of it
grrrr
there
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In interviews I've read Tuseday Weld has been very insisted as to the fact that she did NOT do it with Warren beatty.
Ever.
In fact I think that's why she turned Bonnie and Clyde down.
My fave is Lord Love a Duck -- especially for the scene where she tries on a whole series of cashmere sweaters and coos/screams out the names of the colors, eg. "It's Papaya Surprise!"
In the evil Dominick Dunne's photo book The Way We Lived Then there are two great pictures of her. One where she's dancing with Mart Crowley, the other where she's dancing with Truman Capote.
All I know from Tuesday Weld is she graced the cover of a Matthew Sweet record I liked. No More Teenage Kicks essays lists is a very well-considered, thematic, and interconnected reading plan. Made me feel foolish for my... what... demagoguery? Something like that. But I can't emphasize reading "Hydriotaphia or Urn Burial" enough. Reminds me of a quote via an excellent article by Michael Anne Holly, which in turn recalls something Dennis wrote about "Death in Venice" and the "riveting and irreconcilable romanticism of youthful beauty...", or what I've called "the world of sweet remains."
"Melancholy betrays the world for the sake of knowledge. But in its
tenacious self-absorption it embraces dead objects in its
contemplation, in order to redeem them.... The persistence which is
expressed in the intention of mourning is born of its loyalty to the world of things."
--Walter Benjamin, The Origin of German Tragic Drama
I'm amazed how fast you got the Tuesday Weld day up and running. Where do I have this idea that she was supposed to star in Kubrick's "Lolita" but didn't because of whatever? Help me out, Ehrenstein.
I just read the Vice interview. It's super interesting. Your nose is fine, Dennis. (Is there any one picture of you floating on the web that like more than any other?) I was shocked at how many hits you have each day. I always kinda thought it was read by the people who post here. A hundred thousand! That's insane. I should start watching my mouth. Or even better, doing more stuff and making an effort to post.
Blake - are you in the movie business? I've always thought about making movie scripts instead of writing prose, but for me it seemed like potentially a waste of time, since good scripts get NOT made all the time, and when they do, they're raped by whoever ends up doing the film. I love your scenes. But why not do a novel, and THEN do the adaptation?
Dennis: sypha_69 talked about dreading to write. I get that all the time. I guess a lot of writers feel shame about that; I certainly do, I keep reminding myself that I'm supposed to really enjoy this and if I don't I should just do something else. But is there anything in your work that was a pain in the ass, or a love/hate-thing, that ended up being great and you're glad you saw it through? And you'll be glad to know I've escaped my home and am now in happy loving arms.
I recall there was a lot of talk about how perfect she'd be for it. Don't know if Kubrick considered her. I can just see him interviewing her and racing out of the room after five minutes. She's a force of nature that CANNOT be tamed and certainly wouldn't take to Kubrick's Total Control directorial style.
what an interesting day -- i've seen a couple of those movies, but don't know a damn thing about her, had never heard of her as a personality, etc. dc's blog -- curing ignance since 2004!
by weird coincidence, i just got falling down in from netflix, and janerick and i are about to watch it tonight. obv., not a great movie, but neither of us has seen it in many years, so it should be kinda fun.
thanks bernard -- i will check out the de quincey essay post haste -- i've never read him but in fragments, but i'm sure he'll be right up my alley.
misa, you're cute.
dennis: yeah, sebald. His last novel, Austerlitz, is my fave -- and they're all great -- so I can only imagine what we'd have now, if he hadn't had that fucking heart attack. but he left behind such an amazing body of work, just grateful he turned to fiction in the first place. can't believe he's been dead six years. i was reading on the natural history of destruction the day we started operation iraqi freedom. just thinking about how much the world has changed since then makes me want to vomit.
on the plus side, janerick is getting close -- i think -- to beating metroid prime 3: corruption. so worlds can be saved, given sufficient persistence.
dennis, i'm just into the original 70s gay stuff, it's a sad fact that the chance of them making music as good or as interesting now is about 1%!
i second what no more teenagekicks said about your blog 'curing ignance' since 2004. i knew nothing about tuesday weld (is she related to wednesday addams?) and have never seen one of the movies she has made (at least the ones you've singled out here). but she seems like a revelation and i can feel an obsession coming on!
luke, you played union pool? what did you think? i played there in july, it's a great place but there were more people excited about playing bocce upstairs than watching the show downstairs. in fact i found new york kinda depressing, obviously i'm totally obscure but the absolute lack of interest in a city of however many million was a little confronting. i also played cake shop to a similar response, and that was with kath bloom, one of the world's greatest singers and songwriters. hmm...one day my genius will be recognised.
Tuesday Weld? She looks like
Bridgette Bardo to me. Actors
are the least interesting people
in the world, hence Johhny Depp.
I love drugs. I love drugs more than I love haute-coutre. I've become a totem and all I wanted to be was the potlach. re: Mathew Sheppard syndrome. I think the Cities trilogy is the climax of Burroughs' career. The Place of Dead Roads so to speak. The graveyard shootout, the fall of Berlin, some of his finest work.
The Cities trilogy is Burroughs at the level of readability, of image and written word. Burroughs Inc. was a joint from the beginning
dig. Kerouac and Ginsberg assembled NL - argueably
the greatest book ever. I don't argue. "He was the deadliest practicioner I ever knew." Acker for president. The Erasers is fucking nuts. Falling Down! Happy weekend
just finished falling down. damn, duvall kills here in that weird thing he does in so many movies where he reacts to high stress situations with a guffaw or chortle or otherwise unclassifiable laugh that i guess might belongs to duvall alone (tho schumaker surely made him overuse it here, or duvall chose to overuse it, cos the words of the script so often sucked, he had to fall back on his more primitive, nonverbal reflexes).
Anyhow, Weld was def. a titanic presence (in a highly circumscribed, hysterical, 3.5 minutes of total screen time fashion) -- but happily, in spite of the movies many flaws, her performance here seemed to work, because it was matched by such fine work by duvall and douglas (has doyglas ever done better work? i mean, the greed is good speech in wall street, sure... hmmm, as I type, i'm reevaluating that sentiment slightly, because his work in, say, romancing the stone wasn't appreciably worse -- i guess he just had ten years or so where he was a movie star w/a capital s, and even if he never made a great movie, he was still often a real screen presense, cue the air popper, melt the butter, shake the salt etc.)
hey tigersare, i have an indie rock record question, can i email you? or you can email me? i'm med2120 at columbia dot edu
btw, lest my above words give the wrong impression, falling down is a very bad movie. some of the performances are so good; and yet, in the end, the thing surely promotes a certain gingivitis of the soul.
Dennis, Yeah, that was the shallow part I was talking about. But now I have a question: can you take your nose off? Kidding. I couldn't resist.
doug, personally, i think if you like writing, then you're probably not a writer. writing is a mosquito, an irritant, an itch that needs to be but can't quite be scratched. damnit, who was the author - was it Chabon maybe? or McInerney? - who said something to the effect that writing isn't something he wants to do or likes to do or even needs to do - it's something he has to do.
Dennis, here's a question for you, which you have probably answered before: you're a writer, you've been translated in about 20 different languages, you've definitely got a fanbase out there, one that's always waiting for the next Dennis Cooper novel, many of whom expect certain things from a Dennis Cooper novel, whether it be in the realm of subject matter or style or whatever. Do those expectations - of your fans, your readers - create a burden or an added pressure of any sort when you're writing something new?
Misanthrope: actually, I don't agree with that. I'm not Sade writing in tiny letters on a roll of wallpaper in my own shit while in prison for rape or whatever the story behind '120 days' was.
Sure, it can be a love/hate-thing, but that mainly comes from it sometimes being difficult and time consuming. I have to say that I all in all really like writing because when you nail a scene, or a chapter, or a story or a book, or have a great idea, it's the best feeling in the world. It's not like I think "take this burden from me, God". So much of writing is nuts and bolts and making a cup of coffee in morning and just writing hard all the time. I actually have developed a kind of zero tolerance towards people who whinge about the untameable creative beast raging inside them, usually because a lot of these people go to my school and never actually get around to writing anything, like pretentious idiots.
Doug_Wasted / Misa: really interesting discussion on writing there.
Personally, I am drawn to the Sadean 'I HAVE to write' thing cos it makes it all sound wonderfully tortured and important. But yeah, it is romanticising. The truth for most writers is probably a lot more nuts-and-bolts-y.
Do you guys find when you write, the really cool thing is not so much the perfect chapter or scene or even the finished product, it's the process? I just love getting lost in a novel, the stage where you the writer / person disappears and there's just your characters? Like, it's a way of getting away from yourself?
Thomas M, you've talked about sex - I'm paraphrasing / extrapolating here, I know, so forgive me - being disappointing cos when it's over, you have to go back to being just you? That's like writing for me, I think. I mean, it's what I look for in the writing process. Why I do it, I mean.
Anyone else find this?
Writing as escapism, I suppose. Finshing a work not so much feeling like an achievement as a disappointment, a sense it's over and you sort of address that by charging on to the next novel / script / short story / whatever.
Maybe it's just a keeping busy thing, I dunno, but I'd be really interested in hearing people's thoughts.
'Course, if I really wanted to keep busy I could just wash under my foreskin more regularly...
Dennis,
RE: Al Jazerra: Children’s Channel
What is wrong with showing brutish Behavior: RE: “showing the US military crashing through beautiful spots in their jeeps and tanks, and the piles of little dead animal bodies being tossed haphazardly into trash receptacles by military men who'd been shooting them out of boredom, and so on.”
Maybe by showing such behavior we can get beyond it. I for one am not in favor of brutish behavior except in our young when they are telling us adults how fucked we are.
Let's look to find value in Al Jazerra showing us at our worst.
Will
PS: I sure don't like it when the young direct their brutish behavior towards me. Not fun but maybe necessary. W
i want to write a poem in the form of a receipt: a fragment of a forgotten transaction, a memento of the subliminal commerce and minor accretions of the day, to be discovered between the pages of a book, in one's bag, in the ashtray of one's car. i wish i could write in a way that would leave only a trail of erasures, that i could write to be forgotten at the same instant i'm read.
DENNIS,
last time i wrote you i deleted because i thought you wouldn't like what i wrote. i didn't know you had already read it. i shouldn't be so shy, i guess. when i wrote what i wrote to you i felt purged, which made what i wrote feel like vomit, something too ugly to be ignored or excused, something repulsive. i think that maybe i like to feel gross and stupid and in the wrong and i think i like to dare people to hate me. but it's different when someone else is involved, you know? i mean it's still something i can't deal with, or i guess write about, that well, at least in public, insofar as this is public. so that's why. i'm sorry.
also, he did google his name that night, funnily enough, but only the first name, "X needs a boyfriend," or, no, "X's boyfriend," it was kind of a joke. if he had searched for all four he would have found my confession of love. i just got back to berlin after going home for christmas, but if i weren't so fucked from lack of sleep i would say something about electricity and cybernetics and how naming can be a kind of spell-casting if you're careful, which i'm not. in any case, i will be standing as close as i goddamn can to him at midnight on new year's so wish me luck. maybe this time it's not impossible but i'm not daring to believe it, of course. in any case i will do my best to bring him back to paris like a CAT with its prey. what do you say in guide, your talent for inventing utopian realities, something like that, is infecting me with optimism. anyway, i hope your christmas went well and happy new year. i am going to check out this day as soon as i am able to think again.
love,
cata
SLATTED LIGHT,
i wrote these things in my diary on the plane rides to and from st. louis and they're kind of re some of the things we've talked about so i wanted to tell them to you.
"Suicide is also a kind of curiosity, both metaphysical and physical. The ultimate unveiling. Pornographic."
"'The mood of demystification' [graham robb says this in his rimbaud biography in reference to the actions of the parisian commune] is related to the obscene or pornographic. Suicide could be the most violent and radical form of demystification."
i don't know, does that make any sense? or maybe it's really obvious or something, i don't know, i'm tired. i'm already embarrassed to be posting this. anyway, we should catch up sometime, yeah? i mean the next few days will be crazy for the both of us obviously but i'll try to be around after that.
love,
cata
AKECHIKOGOROU,
your prognostication for my 2008 was really nice, thank you so much, i really hope it comes true but, then again, i guess hope is irrelevant because it's fated, haha.
love,
cata
imnotstopping/christopher here -
i just Had to hold myself back from making nasty remarks about R. Ricard the other day, but I can't remain silent on Tuesday Weld.
Even if that wasn't her name we'd be almost as hooked on whatever magic it is. I agree with David E that "Lord Love a Duck" is a great, truly great movie I haven't seen for 39 years but I've ordered a DVD. I remember being out of control.
And I did meet her, in London when she was married to Dudley Moore. She said "Yes" when I asked her if she really was Tuesday Weld. "I love you" I said. She said "No you don't"
Then she married Pinkas Zuckerman?
And he divorced her because of her lack of interest in his career?
"Are You the Boy?" is fabulous. I can't find it by anybody else. It would have been perfect for Lesley Gore or Sue Thompson. The arrangement sounds like it was by Stan Appelbaum.
Then I see there is an English guy who is "The Real Tuesday Weld", new to me, with intriguingly nostalgic orchestrations of songs about drugs. Is he any good? I only got a few clips on Amazon. One song is about Dorothy Parker and one is "Blues for Barbara Hepworth" which you have to love as a title, so he can't be bad. Strong Pet Shop Boys influence.
I think writing is mostly a love/hate thing... I'd probably love it a lot more if I had more time to do it, to be frank. Working 40 hours a week at a retail bookstore kind of drains my enthusiasm about writing at times, seeing the pap that people go out in droves to buy on a daily basis. Bret Easton Ellis said it should be hard but it should also be fun, and that's kind of where I stand. Using myself as an example, in my book "Confusion" I think the chapters that I had the most fun writing (and that, in effect, I had the most confidence in) turned out to be the best chapters in the book... whereas certain scenes that weren't as fun, or that I was unsure/not as confident about, turned out to be the weakest.
Jax, speaking for myself there is some escapism involved, the idea of getting away from oneself. With "Confusion" some people accused the main character as just being a version of myself (which I find amusing because last time I checked I wasn't a 21 year old twink/pop star/hedonist/ drug user). The autobiographical projects I start are almost always doomed to fail (which is why my book about the retail worker never really took off and got deregulated to an internet-only project). I love getting lost in a novel but it's so hard to fall in love with characters at times. Part of the problem with the Warhol book was that I couldn't get into the character's heads because it was mostly real-life people I was writing about, and that was an obstacle I just couldn't get around. Historical fiction is much easier when one uses their own characters.
Tuesday Weld is one of those interesting names I've heard over the years and knew little about - like Rene Ricard, who I thought until 2 days ago, was a French actress!
In the first picture she looks a bit Edie and a bit Marilyn, and sounds like them when you read the story, but you also have to add in Liza and Liz (the unrequited homo male loves - and boy if I were her I'd avoid David Gest).
And The Life is easily on a par with them - bread-winner at 3, alky at 10, suicide at 12.
I like her take it or leave it honesty-
"Do you know what it is like, stuck in a house all day with an infant? Monstrous! Did you ever have to talk to a five-year-old, day in, day out? I did! I was suddenly playing this wife role, cooking, cleaning, mothering, it was worse than testing."
"I got bored after a while with analysis, with me-me-me. Could that be one of the purposes of it, you get so bored with self-absorption? Enough, already, getting yourself together is preferable."
What's weird is that if actors or pop stars aren't being Brittney/Paris/Amy 24/7 then they're 'recluses'.
"As far as the public is concerned, that silence she has been quoted as saying she 'hungers for' and 'eats up' seems to have eaten her instead."
This is the best reply:
"I love the cult thing. Love it! Why? It's fun. And it has endurance. When you're a "cult goddess", you don't have to do anything to keep being it! You don't have to work, it's better you don't, great, know what I mean?"
Worked for Garbo...
I'm with Sypha:
"I'd probably love it a lot more if I had more time to do it."
Misa where do you get those depressing porn links! - God I shudder to think which one I'm supposed to be.
Christopher, you were there when Andy and the Velvet's Exploding Plastic Inevitable first played, saw Dylan in the 60s etc and so many other things. You really should write a book. Or maybe you already are someone famous?
dennis___
Favorite Christmas present?
Writing is a primary means for priming my consciousness and getting my life in order, the better to dissemble said order. Writing reminds me that I'm alive. That I have lived means I'm still alive, as writign allows me access to time travel. I can, for example, evoke a conversation I had with Mario Dubeski decades ago, and bring Mario back to life in the process. In the same way I'm haunted by the painted walls of a lower east side apartment I visited once and once only some forty years ago. I can revel in the smell of an old boyfriend much the same way. I am here and there and nowhere in particular all at once.
Listening to the original cast CD of Bounce, Somdheim's last show. He'sl still rewritign it after an unsuccessful launch in D.C. several years back. He says it's his last show. He's 77 and that's it for him. I surer hope not. And I hope when he finally brings Bounce to Broadway He'll cast these two in the leads.
doug, i think you'll find that most real writers, unlike your friends at school, don't talk about writing all that much. unless they're asked a question or want an opinion on something writing-related.
i understand the feeling of nailing a piece but Jesus, sometimes what you have to go through to get there.... i guess it's worth it in the end but there are so many more pleasurable, instantly gratifying things you could be doing: sex, watching TV, porn, talking to somebody on the phone, sleeping.
Having to write doesn't make you a pretentious tortured soul. But it doesn't make you some carefree fellow who thinks nothing of his place in the world amongst his fellow man.
you may not be Sade, but I doubt that you're Byron either, waking up and writing perfect iambic pentameter with barely any edits. do you really write because you like it though? i have a feeling there is a drive deep inside you to get words on paper that is at best inexplicable to a normal human mind and which makes you scratch your head every once in a while.
the nuts and bolts is the worst part. i've never sat in front of a computer and thought, 'hey, i enjoy this.' it's just the opposite, it's an obligation almost. and rather than escaping myself, I find myself going in the opposite direction, deeper inside myself, seeing all the ugly and a little of the pretty.
joem, i didn't watch that bit till later. i didn't realize the one dude was so frickin' old. i wasn't trying to offend you. really, i wasn't.
I read antler's Coeur de Lion the other night. In one sitting. Once I began, I couldn't stop until I was finished. I encourage everyone to read it.
Wow. I liken it to a long love letter. Roar once told me that he's all feeling, and you know what, I think antler is too. For all her great intellect and the themes of Art and language (and its limitations), the self vs. the other, the real vs. the imagined or virtual, I kept coming back to that same word as I read it: feeling.
It's strange. At times, I felt embarrassed reading it because she exposes herself - her feelings - so much, but in the end, I just felt privileged that she let me in. And I admire and respect her courage for writing it. It was an emotional wallop that I just keep thinking about because Coeur de Lion expresses so well what it means to be in love, to be human.
early happy new years dennis and friends...
looks like my dinner party tomorrow has expanded to 11 peeps so it may just become a wine-soaked bacchanalia...
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I wouldn't say writing was all hard work. There comes a point when I've done sufficient drafts or got to a point when I know it's going to be alright when it becomes great fun, putting little shades of lilac here and there, expanding 'favourate' scenes.
What I hate, having a day job, is not being able to go at my normal speed, which is very fast, pause, very fast. I can do routine but it doesn't fit. I wrote my first book 2 hours a night after work 5 days a week, typing in a bathroom (!) because my brother worked shifts and we were in a small flat. And it wasn't the same as when I was later unemployed (albeit penniless) and could keep going for as long as there was inspiration. It's the same now with the day on, day off and I don't really think I'm getting a flow, especially with a screenplay where I never feel I'm getting a flow - all that INT.DAY.MADHOUSE stuff gets in the way.
Weirdest writing method I heard of was Anthony Burgess's. He did one page at a time - didn't move on until each page was perfect. I can see the attraction of 'seeing completed pages piling up' but how can you make such a straight-jacket for yourself,not being able to re-draft.
Misa I wasn't offended,now I'm offended you thought I was!
joe, i'm sorry for offending by thinking you may have been offended though you weren't. really, i know you so much better than that, don't i?
no, you're right, there are some parts that aren't so bad. it isn't all hell. but it is work. and i fucking hate work. My middle initial should be L - for Lazy.
I only ever knew of Tuesday Weld through her working with Elvis. It's funny what she said about Elvis. I had an aunt who had an opportunity to see him really up close a long time ago and she pretty much said the same thing as Ms. Weld.
Ehrenstein: I think you like this kind of story:
I saw Bounce at the Kennedy Center, seated practically at the back of the house. Early in the show there was a curtain malfunction and the guy in front of me yelled, "Shit!" A few minutes later there was an obviously missed cue and the guy, making no attempt to lower his voice, said, "Goddamn it!" We leaned forward to see who this nut was, and of course it was Sondheim, with some handsome young acolyte trying desperately to pacify him. We saw him at intermission and after the show and man, he did not look happy. And the show was indeed a mess.
dennis,
it will all open it soon, and I'll have more to offer. That was a poem I think, but i never can tell at first.
It's funny, once you start looking for something, how it somehow becomes hidden in every paragraph, giving glimpses of its face, a little bit of at a time. If we saw it all at once, it wouldn't be very worthwhile would it?
I thought this would ease your mind a little
oceans to come soon,
luke
I wonder if TW still hangs out in Santa Cruz. I'd love to run into her.
Set up for the show tomorrow night. Will spend half the day wiring up the last of the shells, then wait for midnight.
Anybody in the bay area should try to get out to see the fireworks, it's gonna be grand.
Ugh, rewriting, I don't know how other writers do more than one draft. Bores me to tears. I usually try to get things right the first time myself, usually by planning a scene in my head well in advance or maybe making notes about what happens in it before I actually write it. "Confusion" only had one draft, though certain parts were written out on paper before I sat down to type them. I don't mind it if such a method sometimes comes off as sloppy or unfocused, as I like art that seems like it's about to fall apart at any moment, or art where you can see the seams (which is something I admire from what I've seen about Warhol's films). I read somewhere that Ayn Rand could sometimes spend hours agonizing over a sentence. That's taking it a bit too far for me... there's perfectionism, and then there's total insanity. Having said that there are a few typos in "Confusion" I wish I had caught ("Menstrual Camps" being the one that still wounds me the most, as funny as it sounds) but c'est la vie. Some of the typos even kind of made sense for the characters (like when Sypha mentions "Gabrielle Garcia Marquez," which seems like just the kind of mistake he'd make, him not being the most literary sort).
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