disillusionment

I had this fucking strange dream last night about my moving into a sort of commune (like the 60s) and I could not find my jacket, my wallet, my keys, or even where I was suppose to stay...and when I found the owners, living in the basement, they told me you crashed wherever you can, on any bed on the floor you can find and if you left your jacket with money and all it was probably gone....etc...
I woke up feeling like shit...it was 85 in my apt for some reason....took a good long shower and got back to my sense....then I was scanning this newspaper all about so called healing centers and using animals for wisdom, from horses to eagles to birds maybe even plants...all such bullshit it made me feel noxious....
it was only when I made myself a good breakfast, of toast, scallion and mushroom omelet, chipotle sausage, and black coffee, that I came back to my sense and felt the ground....and watched Cspan which deals with real problems in the world, no hocus pocus.....
most of those workshops with words like shaman, promised to cure cancer, spinal injuries, depression and so on and charge tons of bucks for it...who are the fools who fall for this?

I also felt disappointed that only a handful showed up at the studio and that the film was shown but in such an amateurish way in a off beat station (they do show Amy Goodman on it, the off beat newscaster with a monotonous drone voice) and filmed off the wall projection with the mikes trained on the speakers...I can imagine the quality on the TV at home for that one.
they will rebroadcast it and use the DVDs direct...so that gives me a chance to redo the film again...and give them a more decent copy.
One woman actually called me to say she watched the film and was thrilled to death....a friend of mine.

amigo, la vida es ridiculoso....

carlos del Portlando

brass band street

bienveillantes

The Kindly ones in English got an awful, I mean awful, review in the New York Times Katakani...amazing how slashing she was. hated this book, thought it obscene and derivative of both Genet and Sade...to think I plowed through this book for the last two years...I mean plowed. It was so hard at times, but then some scenes did it for me. yet she may be right about this, being obscene and shocker, not literature, not good....and challenged how the Goncourt could give it the top award...and Le Monde called it a masterpiece and another one called it the next War and Peace.
I mean it is virtually his first novel, well done, but not literary...and it does take from others and who knows may be sensationalist. Who really knows?

McEwan Ian

McEwan what a marvelous writer...see On Chesil Beach...sensitive story, deep and focused...In Between the Sheets a bit outre but still good...Black Dog also focused and deep and intense...now reading Innocent...slow start but gets going...

new year, age of Obama

can't believe this, but here we are February 7, 2009....look at the London Literary journal...also Paris Review for interview with poet...

january 15, 2009
still on track with new relationship, and possible marriage in view, down the road....
I remixed the film and added narration, which should make things clearer. Also finished the bonus disk which includes interviews, myself, my brother, others....soon to be released as a set...also to enter some festivals...
winter has been not too hard this year, moving to Portland was a smart move. Much harsher up north, where snow does not leave until May, if then.

alone no more

is it better to be alone or with someone? that is the question. I met someone almost a year ago and neglected to mention it. It has been marvelous.