Day 4: Immersion & Adaption
“Just because it’s Devil’s Night doesn’t mean you can step off the page.” I said to my painting. “All of you get back in there.” And they all slowly with heads bowed stepped back in a got into their respective poses. Almost forty-six years old, William Burroughs still had to write home for money. Now there’s food for thought. I asked you to...
Day 3: Part 2-Neutrality
I sit across from Alfredo. He’s smoking and drinking cafe cubano. He hands me another cup. “The difference between you and me,” He says with a thick accent. “Is that you’re not willing to go deep into the dark recesses. You’d feel bad doing a curse, even if someone was paying you. You have to develop a sense of neutrality in order to to do this as a...
Day 3: Part 1-Thundersnow
I woke up to snow on the roses. I sat there for a few moments watching the cat on the windowsill watching the birds as they flew to and from the feeder. I had woken up from disturbing dreams. The dreams weren’t bad per se but they had brought up a lot of issues that I thought I had dealt with. In fact when I do wake I’m confused. I don’t feel like I’m still dealing...
Day 2: Part 2-The Pictures
I know you do. Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval. The only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do. “I myself am an absolute abyss.”, Artaud says. Another gem Ales dug up and sent over. The French woman wants me to cut my hair. She wants it like hers, short, a bob with bangs. She thinks I eat too much and would rather me drink coffee and smoke...
Day 2: Part 1-The Writing
I asked a question. “Can one do that if they were to do it for 40 days? Would this be too dangerous and experiment? Can someone break themselves? I walked to the train. I walked from Sherene’s to 57th street so I could get my brain clear enough to ask this question. I feel safer knowing that my friends are keeping an eye out for me. That if I started to cross a line someone would...
Day 1 actually started at 2 a.m. My hair was dirty but I liked the way it looked. I’m having body issues again. I’m thinner than I’ve been in years but I still see all the imperfections. When painting Burroughs I lost 10 days thinking it was three. Tonight I’m chronicling that time in a blog entry or at least trying to. I’ve been thinking about madness, about...