Saturday, January 30, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Dreaming of Bowie
Last night I had a dream where my father asked me if I wanted to say
goodbye to David Bowie. He led me down to the basement at my childhood
house, where Bowie was on a cot surrounded by all the insulation and
junk we had in storage.Other people were shuffling out in crowds, having
already paid their respects. We went to his side. My father put one arm
around me and bowed his head solemnly. I teared up and examined Bowie.
He was breathing haggardly and his eyes were half closed. There was a
long stretch of time where I was watching him, his pained face and eyes
going in and out of focus. I started quoting/humming Dance Magic Dance ("I saw my baby/ crying hard as babe could cry/what could I do" and then I switched to humming because my throat was closing with tears)
and Bowie reached up and touched my face and then I woke up. It was a
very vivid and surreal experience. If I could do it again, I'd say my
goodbye through a better song choice.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Hollywood
Even though I am not at all successful as a writer I find myself worrying about really dumb stuff like how Hollywood is going to fuck up the movie of my book.
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