Thursday

Jeff Harris



was having problems with the hall smell in my old apartment. old obese cat-owning neighbor is a slob. so found a solution in moving a floor below.



newer carpet, more closet space in the new apt helped make the desire to move more resolute.





Friday



trapped in this dense and prohibitive world

like duct taped into a burlap sack

after a severe and most violent beating



limp and lifeless pre-corpse

waiting for the splash or bang

of the beginning of the end



waiting



sleep walking through years of

cognitive poverty and sensory underwhelm

conserving resources until necessity diminishes



alone in vision of world satisfaction

and greed abatement

eyes crusted shut with loath of it all



Thursday

Growbag...



Rats rotting on the streets of Bethesda

Guts hurting with desires

Mood as ill as night in winter

As I hurl face-first into a sort of madness

Unknown



Alternating like current between

Not caring and caring too much

We bet our reputations on

Our integrity and merit

Or so we are led to aspire



The risks taken include

The possibility of relationships

Exploding like land mines

Crippling and killing indiscriminately

Que sera



Just when I began to settle into this place

I discover no rugs – or even floors below

Just empty spaces to hover in

Dead and alone again

Desperate from necessity



Monday

Ty, my fellow Californian-



Thanks for the great lunch, the multiple CDs, but most of all for just being you. Having a Claremont guy around to keep the east coast in prespective was extremely helpful and comforting.



Give me a buzz if you get out to LA for a visit, work or otherwise.



Peace. "You check out anytime you like, but you can never leave..."



Mike B.





Ty Hardaway

08/16/2002 12:45 PM



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Thursday

The Village Voice: Hot Spot: Dirty Pornos: Doing the Robot! by Johnny Maldoro



at some point, can't you just call it? i think there's a mercy rule or something.

this week has been a total bust. nothing gained. no output.



anne: sick sunday and monday.

b: 4 month check up on tuesday plus shots.

me: sick on wednesday and thursday.

oreo: old, cranky but, loving



have to reschedule car, doctor, dentist and housekeeping appts. also, several work meetings postponed or cancelled.



it's as if the week never existed. maybe it's the heat or the humility.



and let me tell you, i haven't been sick in a very long time; not like that. perhaps since i was a teen. it was like getting hit by a VW microbus. the bug should be called the '24 hours of hell' flu.



i can't think. i can't act. i cannot do.



i have no revelations. it's like being dead for a week except there's no rest.

Arts & Letters Daily - ideas, criticism, debate



So ephemeris is simple

and coverture is hard

But contrary to the old

is-the-root-is-all-evil moral

money is everything



Unions taken as measures

of vanity appeasement

are destined to confuse

the naive and the simple

amongst the hordes



Some work some sacrifice to

thus earn their leisurely entertainment

both free and not -

values internalized from lessons learned

minds wide open from birth



Without spirituality

confidence and imagination lapse

And no bid buys peace

We bear our responsibilities

to ourselves to each other



Unfortunately our heavens

only exist in the fairy tales of

whiny baby minds

Friendship among earthlings

and the Earth is unconditional



Monday

WFMU-FM 91.1/Jersey City, NJ; 90.1/Hudson Valley, NY



i just received the prints from my New Orleans shoot

i am finding them so deeply moving and intimate

some two, three and four image sequences

are perfect in juxtaposition and in context and in composition



but, i am hopelessly depressed - heartbroken even

the shots are boldly blurry, distorted and obtuse

wholly as intended - as close to perfection as i've ever realized



but who will understand?

the first viewer declared

"you take shots of anything, huh?"



i could die

i could cry

i could quit



can i take a juried rejection

or critical misinterpretation

or the simplistic conclusions of untrained?



if they live in only my world

do they live?

I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

MIDDLESPACE - somewhere not here
"Sometimes there's mystique, and sometimes there's nothing but the pitiful tackiness of violent death. And none of this, of course, means a damn thing to the people who die."

- Patrick Smith, Pilot

3:00 a.m. - Doylestown, PA. I have to pee something fierce. We're in the basement at Jim's because Mike's room was too warm, too bright and too noisy for the baby to sleep. In fact, she was up every hour or so the night before. The basement solves all of the sleep issues and she's sleeping beautifully tonight. And, she's been sound asleep since around 9:30. So I fumble over the wifey, rocking her all over the place on the air mattress, but being dutifully careful not to disturb the bassinet. God, I have to pee and the bathroom is all the way upstairs.

Using a borrowed mini-flashlight, I find my way up the stairs and into the guest bathroom. It's at least 20 degrees warmer up here and am I happy we chose to sleep in the basement. It is such an opulent facility.

Soon, I have an impressive stream going, and the sound of the water is soothing. But, I'm still a bit sleepy so I lean my arm against the wall for support... for...just...a...mom...ent...

I awake to the most horrifying crash I've ever experienced in my life. The shattering sound is nothing compared with the blinding white flash of light. Have I been shot? Bludgeoned? I must be dead, because no one survives such traumatic crashes. Why am I looking at the ceiling? Why is everything blurry? Why am I on the floor?

Fortunately, my equipment is put away (even though my fly is still open). I am sore in many places and everything is still very blurry. My glasses are somewhere. I check my skull and feel for broken bones. I look in the mirror. I flush.

And everyone in the whole house--all eleven people, 'cept the baby--are staring at me as I exit.

Somehow, I have fallen. Or passed out? Or just fallen back asleep? What on earth was that about? But, I didn't have to pee anymore.