Monday, June 16, 2003

*It's the porn tape episode of Curb Your  Enthusiasm.* 1989: Living in Tempe. Beth working on her Doctorate. Read of Ray Johnson (Utne Reader?) Thought 'maybe'. (Whoa.) Christmas in Connecticut (sp?). With Momma and Jim. White Christmas. Very 'New Yorker' .Thought to move to City.  *The lady tore up Larry's map.* 1990: Began to draw. Started reading the Voice looking for jobs and apartments. Michael Musto. The first Michael Musto I read an interview with the 900 Peee girl. Michael Musto has a much bigger effect on me than Hentoff. July move to New York. On the bus. Midnight Cowboy. Find work at Michael's. (not Musto) Michael's furnished in Contemporary Prints. Hockney, Johns, Stella, Diebenkorn. Hopper pictures in the bathrooms. One of Robert Rauschenberg (with a stamp on his tongue I think). John Cage around the dessert table. "I like these better than his music." I hear that a lot. *It's another episode of Curb Yr. Enthusiasm. That's how slow I write. Too much soy makes your brain shrink.* A 'vanderbilt' is a rug with a canine motif. Hence "Vanderbilt Station" - the subway station in the precinct where vanderbilts are made and traded. Michael Musto. Rainbow Ruthie. Quentin Crisp. A 'whitney' is toilet paper roll cover in a vanderbilt pattern. June 15th 2003 DadaDay was my last "Happening". From now on we will have "Happenstances". The "Happenstance" "Executive" "Action" "Directive". H.E.A.D. The Man from H.E.A.D. The Girl from H.E.A.D. Happenstance. 1993: Fall down drunk and give myself G.I. Joe scar. I can remember looking in the mirror and thinking: "this is gonna be so good when it's over being bad". Go to Maine over Labor Day. Working on Trotsky play. Working on Roonz tm. I want to throw a Happenstance and have Michael Musto and Rainbow Ruthie come but we're gonna have to channel Quentin Crisp. Sometime around last December: Harry says to me: "I was telling (his boy), you know, auditions really suck. There has got to be a better way." "HOLD AUDITIONS FOR TWISTER GIRLS." the play. for harry. *Now it's a new version of Well's Time Machine. Very slowly I write. "She made the best Shepherd's Pie I ever tasted."* 1991-2 sometime. Hear of Serrano's Piss Christ. Seems sort of obvious - then the Storm. Because urine is inherently evil? Urine? Taboo? You tell me that's the state of theology these days? Piss Christ. Ebonics. Heffalump doodoo Virgin Mary. These are the Storms that catch my eye. 1998. Appear in flyer form on Rainbow Ruthie. Crux show. *A very silly version of Well's Time Machine. Why? When there's so much Charlie Chan? When Popular Icons Fail. That's the Crux motto.* Hold Auditions for Twister Girls. Twister Kids? Audition for Twister Kids? Girls? B-Girls. B-Kids. Auditions are whips, Harry, but some ponies crave the whip. They wanna prance but they need the smart. Auditions for Twister Girls an extension of 'Girls Around a Mah Jong Table Telling Tales of Fu Manchu'.  1991-2? American Psycho comes out. Big Storm. Michael's gets in right at the end.I was working on the Dominican Republic Story.. Stay tuned. Tuned. Tooned.   9:55:30 PM    comment []

Money. Money. Moolah.Cash. Lucre. Fun Coupons. Dead Presidents. Green. I have no idea what money looked like in the year 1933. I have been working on this piece of shit hypernovel since 1997 and here it is fucking 2003 and I don't have a reference in the house for checking what the coinage looked like rattling in Beagle Zilchard's pocket. Time. It strikes me that I could synonym money all day long but 'time' is always 'time'. It's rarely slanged. (Is that true? In all languages? Hmm....) I'm guessing there's something whoasome here.... Money and Time. My perpetual lack of fucking money means that everything takes me forever. It's very irritating. Elizabeth of Portugal. (I'm gonna take my Elizabeth to Portugal soon when I get this damn money thing fixed a little better so I can get down to some serious hypernovelisationizing. And then I'm gonna go see Pilar in Barcelona and then I'm gonna go sneer at that horrible Guggenheim building. The Guggenheim promotes poisonous archetecture.) Elizabeth of Portugal married King Denis of Portugal when she was twelve. I wonder if they did it right off. Twelve's a little young but I bet they did. When I go to Portugal I'm gonna get Gustavo to translate for me and we're gonna see if we can't turn up a commentary on Elizabeth's deflowering - I bet you we find one cos they kept an eye on that shit in royalty - I mean they still do - fucking Windsors having Diana's cherry prodded to insure they get their money's worth. The Oxford Saint Book says "King Denis was a strong ruler but a bad husband". Of course I don't really see the 'but', anyway Elizabeth's saintliness was putting up with Denis' roving which left Elizabeth at home praying and doing good works, notably setting up homes for "fallen women". (Mary Elizabeth Barbara Montoya has a home for fallen women too.) St. Elizabeth's Day July 4. We gonna festivalize St. Elizabeth's Day this year by offering upon E-Bay a "Coloring Of A Lion". 5:59:10 PM    comment []