Sunday, May 11, 2003

The only thing I remember about the Cross and the Switchblade is there's a time when the little gang girls tauntingly pull up their shirts and flash their titties at the preacher/narrator. I don't know if this bit made the movie. Don't think I ever saw the movie. So I walk my butt out in the mean Manhattan streets and pass these pretty babies with their new tattoos and their tongue piercings and their Momma's crosses and their spit curls and Pat Boone's in my head, mysteriously appearing as the arch master of ceremonies in my own private burlesque of lust, and I'm like: "what the hell you doing here, I didn't even see that movie?" Similarly, yesterday, Kirk Douglas was suddenly everybody in the Empire of Dr. Bienke. He was Fu Manchu as God. He was Koo. He was Beagle. (I hear Petula Clark sing Downtown and I'm out on some red dirt East Texas road.) My memory is a fritzy, shorted out appliance which I would throw away cept soon it'll be so old maybe I can pass it off as an antique. Break it up and sell the archaic components of it like the pages of an arcane catalogue of things you've forgotten you ever needed. Woody Guthrie, and Richard Brautigan, and Ray Johnson all been totems along the road of my thinking (it occurs to me now that I was sorta stupid not too see that that was going towards lost) and if I say I wanna be like Robert Rauschenberg what I mean is now I should like to make a buck or two and zen a little selling visions to those strange Swiss children in their Italian jeans and Harley sweatshirts. Oh the whole world looks at Texas now with her tangled hair and her brown body and her freckled nose and her blood stained hands. I think I got some pictures of Texas like most people in this world don't know. And I know where there be some other curious pictures and some audio tape too, and the audio tape can be reenacted in performance. We could have The Alternative Texas Tulip Seed Travelling All-Star Roadshow and go visit Holland where they ain't so hard on organicals. Sell some Ukuleles. Texas was a go go dancer back-up singer for the Mythos of the Empire of Dr. Bienke but they were mostly a rehearsal band, and then she was taken captive by the West Houston Boys and forced to perform in their American Psycho fantasies, but she got out of that and she was living in sundrenched idleness when she came upon Cassie one day. Cassie blue and translucent. Cassie asked Texas if she would like to join Koo and her in forming a band to play in the ether. You probably don't know it but it but it's very noisy in the Ether. When you have a band in the Ether what you play is Silence. 8:45:35 PM    comment []