Here are some things I wrote down in my notebook last night–over a beer–and I wanted to share them, for better or worse:

• Bloating Shapes: post-post-modern techniques for drawing (here I drew a triangle and a square with rounded sides; think triangle/square exploded from inside)
• She treated him like rain on a rain slicker
• Birds- sentries of the sky, btu not very good ones. Normally they don’t enforce the rules. Occasionally they unleash white shits of justice.
• Nuns at a basketball game (observation)
• Post-geometry
• Redemption for the word ‘ash’
• Chrome–Copper–Nickel
• Her boots reach high, toward the knee, an arrow at the top pointing upward…
• Let us speak in jargon
• ‘Like a third nut’ (overheard)
• …the feeling that everything, every object could be smiling at you, for you. And now, the pursuit is over.——filed under happiness, pursuit of…..and so, is the pursuit over?
• God! that ancient art of suffering, carrying some fucking water buckets on your shoulder. Building the Pyramids???
• Well, I guess the ancient art of torture. We have modern torture now, more effective(?)
• And his/her ________ looked like a fried tater tot
• American writers = American metaphors and American images
• The American Imago::Eric Imago
• American Necropolis…too depressing?
• American Oedipus (‘Our Mother, the country…In Mother Country’…)
• Un-American Odyssey (cheesy…tacky)
• …but a flat tire is just a flat tire!