Not to blame, not to strike, to live restrained under the law, to be moderate in eating, to sleep and sit alone, and to dwell on the highest thoughts,–this is the teaching of the Awakened.
So today I’m bored enough to give you a tour of my apartment.
It’s finally starting to look like a somewhat normal human being lives in it rather than being the closest a human being can come to being homeless with an apartment.
Be prepared for much grey/black/white.
My bed. It is splendid.
Bessie Smith and William S. Burroughs may be forced to cohabit on a wall, but they can’t be forced to be friendly to each other, either.
It’s a shower curtain with a giant octopus attacking a ship.
What a metaphor for life.
The ship was prepared for disease, dissension and pirates… but it didn’t see the giant octopus coming!
Orson Welles in “The Third Man”….also, boots.
Front room. Completely unused, but still nice to have. Gives me a semblance of normality.
Tiny kitchen. Starting my awesome glass teapot! This is where the food magic happens. By “magic”, I mean rice, spinach, chicken, and variations of spice.
This palace could be yours as well, for a mere $465 on the west side of Milwaukee.
Also, I’m almost down fifty lbs. Pretty shocking, lol.
I hope my good old asshole holds out
60 years it’s been mostly OK
Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation
survived the altiplano hospital–
a little blood, no polyps, occasionally
a small hemorrhoid
active, eager, receptive to phallus
coke bottle, candle, carrot
banana & fingers–
Now AIDS makes it shy, but still
eager to serve–
out with the dumps, in with the condom’d
still rubbery muscular,
unashamed wide open for joy
But another 20 years who knows,
old folks got troubles everywhere–
necks, prostates, stomachs, joints–
Hope the old hole stays young
till death, relax
Worry’s deep burden
Is too much for floating weeds
We imagine too much
Humble yourself to nature
All will infold as it should.
Saw my best friend, Julie, yesterday. Hopped a greyhound, got there in the morning and we went to the beach.
It was so nice to be with someone who’s known me for a long time…we gel really well as people, and it’s good to have a friend that is so smart and caring.
Being in nature again was wonderful. The beach was gorgeous.
Living close to downtown like I do, I see a lot of concrete and buildings..it’s nice to see so much green and trees.
She’s due on November 24th, and having a boy. I’m so excited to bean aunt. New life in the world. Wow.
I’ve been struggling in general, depressed, stressed out.
Not even sure what’s going on…think opening up to new people is hard for me, especially with my past.
It’s really hard for me to enthusiastic at all, especially romantically, and that’s almost becoming it’s own issue. Like I feel better alone but that makes me more depressed.
Idk, feel like things are running their course with my romantic situation… I’m in a dark place with little hope. I’m not excessive with it, but it certainly alters my ability to be enthusiastic. The guy is super enthusiastic and ambitious, and encouraging even, but I think I’ve been so emotionally distant and concealed that he’s giving up.
Honestly think he’s too,um, not damaged for me. Like I have tons of weird shit and negative experience that I don’t want to just lay on him.
Haha. “This isn’t going to work, you’re just not fucked up enough for me.”
Ultimately, though, it was good to connect with someone. It’s a reminder that I’m still alive…one of my friend’s seems to have cotards syndrome, which is the belief that you are dead.
While I don’t think I’m dead, in some metaphorical sense after giving up drugs/alcohol and my last relationship, and maybe even dating, I think I thought life was over.
It’s nice to know that I can still function in the world, even if love is difficult for me. Hell, I don’t think I ever had the normal capability to feel loved. I could/can love, but almost never feel like it’s returned.
Oh! Bought my first piece of art for my apartment this weekend.
From headhunterapparel on Etsy.
Reading “the best minds of my generation”, a print form of Allen ginsbergs lectures on the beat Generation. It’s covering Burroughs right now, Allen’s insight into his internal conflict and self hate really add more layers to his writing…
Burroughs is so sardonic, removed, controlled and logical, but it disguises deep emotions…the man was an inveterate outsider, no wonder I love him.