this is me

spotted on marissa’s fridge

yeah . . . i’m still at it ok

today is december 9th (whoa)

if a cop asked me this question, i would say: “watchin this fuckin movie, that’s what!”

this is CALL NORTHSIDE 777 by the way. it’s very good!

. . . and currently available on the criterion channel!

Emel-Elizabeth called me the other night from Estonia. She slammed beers and baked cauliflower and brussels sprouts (“They’re delicious when crispy”) and promised me she was buying a plane ticket to come visit. I guess we’ll see about the latter!!

She asked me if I would eat Dante for €100,000. Said I, “Are you asking me if I would eat my best friend of 14 years, an animal whom I am eternally bound to, for money?”

And she said, “Yes. You wouldn’t? Not even a little bite? There’s a lot you could do with that money.”

To which I replied: “No, Emel, I would not eat my fucking cat!”

Anyway: I love her. I’m glad that she had graduated from being THE GIRL FROM ESTONIA, which I cryptically referred to her as here for years, and is now Emel-Elizabeth, the girl from Estonia.

Seeya soon! Hopefully!!

PHANTOM LIMB IN LIMBO
or, Death Rolled Up His Sleeves

sir joshua reynolds

DEEP COVER (1992)

THE DARK CORNER (1946)

a poem by a. e. houseman, which is inscribed on my grandfather’s tombstone:

into my heart an air that kills
from yon far country blows;
what are those blue remembered hills,
what spires, what farms are those?

that is the land of lost content,
i see it shining plain,
the happy highways where i went
and cannot come again.

(yeah)