Language Event (with Steve Boone)

What is writing?

A punch from a boxing glove stuffed with pennies.

What is your daily bread?

A cross between a neo-noir and a retro-weepie.

What is this strange, interesting place we're in?

Ministrations performed by a woman whose motives you don't trust.


What is forgiven?

Brigands and highwaymen, no let-up.

What is a stain?

Perfectly formed, it has me circling, head cocked, groaning involuntarily.

What can hardly be suppressed?

Guileless beauties and their suitor-assassins, color-coordinated for the big kill.

Aphorisms

I like you more the more I cultivate distaste for others.

God does not need the Devil; he has man. Man needs the Devil.

Pretending to forget is less painful than remembering to care.

The Oppressor hardly need lift a finger, so industrious are we at undoing our chains to build an even bigger prison.

Don’t tell me anything. I don't want to know. Be night draped over a parakeet.

Letters form a phalanx of words.

The worst type of hypocrite: a champion of humanity who belittles its representatives.

I tell the story to exorcize the agony of living it.

The more you praise me, the more I parody my greatness.

My clamor to remedy my shortcomings will never overtake your desire to be rid of me.

Are You Writing?

Me: Are you writing?
W: I write one word a day.

Are you writing?

Yes a dialogue between a typewriter and a finger

Are you writing?

The biography of the Elvis impersonator of myself, the final years

Are you writing?

An entire can of dream nuts

Are you writing?

Yes but after taxes there’s hardly anything left

Are you writing?

I can’t, how do you say, get it up

Are you writing?

Subliminal hate mail, repercussive cuss links

Are you writing?

Today, I will buy an arbor!

Are you writing?

I’ll just wait for the movie version

Are you writing?

Was he more “life size” or “fun size”

Are you writing?

Bi bim bab vandal

Are you writing?

We argued whether it should be a bench or a tree. A bench is dead too, you fuck.

Are you writing?

Genuine Nutria Fur Russian style hat with full fur shell

Are you writing?

There’s not one sentence can contain me!

Are you writing?

Like the deaf leading the blind

Are you writing?

He was “fur shell size”

Are you writing?

Right through the windshield

Are you writing?

I’ve loved more boats than women

Are you writing?

But don’t make up your mind yet

Two Cities

Mr. K preferred city B to city A. "In city A," he said, "they love me, but in city B they were friendly to me. In city A they made themselves useful to me, but in city B they needed me. In city A they invited me to join them at table, but in city B the invited me into the kitchen."

- From Stories of Mr. Keuner, Bertolt Brecht