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concretekissHandsome & I have an agreement. He mewls & I give him food. No touching. No licking. No imprinting. We keep it professional.
Letters were distributed a couple weeks ago noting the nuisance of stray cats roving about the complex & warning us not to feed them. Right. Like I can ignore this dude. Shortly thereafter, animal control came out to round them up. Handsome disappeared. We assumed the five0 gottim, though were certain he'd charmed his way into someone's arms eventually. A week later he sauntered out of the shrubbery gloating, stretching after having laid low for days. One of the only tomcats left. & now the whole neighborhood knows we had a thing because he sleeps in front of my door. I have to air kick at him to keep him from walking in when I get home. When I do this he cocks his head to the sideas if because I've lost my mind.
Gave my atlas girl a sea monstah who still needs eyes, & perhaps a scalloped spine & I may turn her grey. Also, I'm thinking of leaving the drippings at the shoulders & the hand unpainted. Why the fuck not.
Teaching my daughter scales, it is a challenge to keep from wanting to steer her talents, seeing them w/ a certain hindsight. I'm excited to imagine us harmonizing in the kitchen 5 years from now. Another bird to play with! My son can carry a note as well, if only he weren't so shy @ the moment.
There has been aminal planet on cable, marveling evolution, reading about Houdini, fetishizing Escapology. Double jointed, escapists regurgitated keys, could unlock handcuffs by applying strategic pressure like 5 point palm heart explosion techniques. Unhinging sockets, dislocating shoulders to escape, manipulating mirror, smoke. They expanded the lungs while tied, stretching canvas to afford wiggle room in a straitjacket.
Pondering the Art of Disappearing leads me to wonder exactly howmany kinds of freedom there are to be had, to weigh them against one another by quality & quantity in relation to myself.
& I think of the great circus elephants staked to the ground, ensnared by their own beliefs...
Letters were distributed a couple weeks ago noting the nuisance of stray cats roving about the complex & warning us not to feed them. Right. Like I can ignore this dude. Shortly thereafter, animal control came out to round them up. Handsome disappeared. We assumed the five0 gottim, though were certain he'd charmed his way into someone's arms eventually. A week later he sauntered out of the shrubbery gloating, stretching after having laid low for days. One of the only tomcats left. & now the whole neighborhood knows we had a thing because he sleeps in front of my door. I have to air kick at him to keep him from walking in when I get home. When I do this he cocks his head to the side
Gave my atlas girl a sea monstah who still needs eyes, & perhaps a scalloped spine & I may turn her grey. Also, I'm thinking of leaving the drippings at the shoulders & the hand unpainted. Why the fuck not.
Teaching my daughter scales, it is a challenge to keep from wanting to steer her talents, seeing them w/ a certain hindsight. I'm excited to imagine us harmonizing in the kitchen 5 years from now. Another bird to play with! My son can carry a note as well, if only he weren't so shy @ the moment.
There has been aminal planet on cable, marveling evolution, reading about Houdini, fetishizing Escapology. Double jointed, escapists regurgitated keys, could unlock handcuffs by applying strategic pressure like 5 point palm heart explosion techniques. Unhinging sockets, dislocating shoulders to escape, manipulating mirror, smoke. They expanded the lungs while tied, stretching canvas to afford wiggle room in a straitjacket.
Pondering the Art of Disappearing leads me to wonder exactly howmany kinds of freedom there are to be had, to weigh them against one another by quality & quantity in relation to myself.
& I think of the great circus elephants staked to the ground, ensnared by their own beliefs...
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Re: where the wild things are
Date: 2007-06-26 01:31 am (UTC)i'm taking my sweet time on it.
hmmm, but what kind of feather, & from where will he float it?
i had a houdini book & Blackstone's magic set when i was 12! i could only do about 3 of the tricks in it. there is an amount of confidence in deception required, that i didn't have. i'm a shitty liar.
i love how houdini's always got the mischievous grin in photos. there should be a movie if there isn't one already, maybe with benicio.
Re: here be monsters
Date: 2007-06-26 05:44 pm (UTC)i think it was a white feather, floated through the air. i'd do something a bit more dramatic, ie: "if life persists beyond death's veil, i will bitch-slap you thrice with a large slice of liverwurst."
i had a million books. one was a magical encyclopedia by magician joseph dunninger. it exposed the things i'd seen as hard science or sleight of hand mastered by long hours of practice.
i remember seeing the guy from 'starsky and hutch' (paul michael glaser) play houdini in a t.v. biopic. benicio is physically epic. he'd be good. but i picture someone like jason schwartzman in the role. could be it's just me.
Re: oh pioneer
Date: 2007-06-26 07:20 pm (UTC)me, i will ride a black pegasus across the tundra singing Total Eclipse of the Heart & i will be wearing a crown of white gardenias. TAKE NO SUBSTITUTES.
there is something very ben stiller about jason schwartzman that i dislike, but i'm trying to change.
Re: wiseasses for all eternity
Date: 2007-06-27 05:51 pm (UTC)your life after death scenario reminds me of karaoke on acid.
yeah, i'm not sure schwartzman could pull-off the houdini gravitas.
maybe robert downey? he was fantastic as chaplin.
Re: wiseasses from here to eternity
Date: 2007-06-28 01:17 am (UTC)Re: the other side of goodbye
Date: 2007-07-01 12:39 am (UTC)I just listened to this and thought of our Houdini bit.
Zevon's voice is twisted by the ravages of cancer and liquid morphine. It's a goodbye to his current lady friend. Not an after death promise; more the resignation that life is enough. Reminds me of Lennon in its vulnerability:
http://download.yousendit.com/4BF477F90E915B33
Re: mmmorphine
Date: 2007-07-01 05:58 pm (UTC)