Friday, October 22, 2004

Naked again

Hey all- writing from the apartment, stark naked again.

I've been finding that if I surround my desk with a thin circle of my own urine, it creates a nice, pungent circle of aroma that really allows me to create from a safe space. I know you might think it's gross or whatever, but artists are eccentric! To create art is to intentionally separate yourself from the world around you both literally and figuratively.

One cannot comment on the world at large if one does not create one's own personal watchtower from which to observe, can they?

Salinger enters a self imposed exile, Hemingway dove head first into war and adventure, and Edgar Allen Poe retreated into the madness of opium, so really, blogging in a puddle of my own piss doesn't seem THAT radical.

You'd think the folks at the Verb Cafe might be a little more understanding. I mean Jesus, one little squirt of piss, and I get thrown out of the whole mini-mall? The assholes broke my laptop, too. It's fucking bad enough they don't have Wi-Fi, now I can't even fashion my own personal creative space? What a bunch of phonies. Shit, Iggy Pop used to piss on everything in sight, and they loved him for it.

I am misunderstood.

Ah well- If they don't get it, I'm sorry, guys. The train to the new Bohemia is leaving the station, get on board or get out of the way!


I'm working at the video store tonight. Stop by if you're around.


At 6:43 PM , Blogger Karen said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I hope that nothing horrid stops you from watching the world series. Try the "Ginger Snaps" series of movies from Canada to complete your werewolf collection.

At 8:21 PM , Blogger The Unsomnambulist said...

Sure hope you don't have a male cat... in heat.

At 1:12 AM , Blogger Nixicat said...

That really sucks about your laptop.

While I stipulate that liking to sit in a circle of your own urine is a little bizarre, I ain't gonna try to talk you out of it.

But for public computing, particularly in a cafe environment, I have a suggestion that you might find helpful. Why not get a peice of cotton kite string. Soak it in the aromatic liquid of your choice and let it dry. Then you can coil it around your work space when you go out. The smell shouldn't be too noticeable to others, but should be adequate to provide you with the sense of safe separation that you desire.

If anyone asks what it is, mumble some jumbo about ceremonial magic and herbal concoctions. That should disinterest them.

If one must be bestial, there is no reason one cannot be sophisticated about it!

At 2:16 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

the verb cafe isn't in the mini-mall. I like this blog, though.

At 4:07 AM , Blogger Kirk said...

Um- yes it is.

It's the first store in the mini mall.

First door on the left.

At 10:09 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just wanted to let you know that I love the fact that you sit around stark naked...I do it all the time, very liberating...maybe we should, you know, get naked together...kar_coop


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