Live from New Orleans


Exhausted does not mean CO2

Remember when the hippie connection used to work? When old friends could count on old friends– for a bed if not then a sofa, if not then a scrap of rig. No more. In the context of extreme strain we can meet in honesty only those who are willing to be as absurd– as lively– in the idea. Not [...]

Fat jailers with a grudge

Its been a year and a half since Ive written anything. I guess I stopped thinking that there was anything wonderful about all of this– this experience, this objective, this dream, these people these problems. Look at myself in the mirrow– red and puffy. My skin is tender. I hope that this is a zero [...]

Cafe on Jefferson

Im in a cafe on Jefferson and Magazine surrounded by the stench of foul salad. They bring it into the cafe so that they dont have to buy the salad from the barista. But of course they are liberal, these salad snobs. They bring it in tubs and mix in the vinegrette or frnech american [...]

I hate Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Payday. Its starts Wednesday the attempt to get money into the account. And the run-around. Me:” Anyone have any money for me? Him: “Im sorry the overseas transfer hasnt cleared.” Her: “Oh I forgot to send it to the insurance company. I told you to submit it to the insurance company when we started.” Him: [...]

I am not

Not repressed but essential– I am like Descartes. I live alone. And in my mind the world is pure. Only– I have the wrong friends, not scientists, not even Appolonian– though I love them– my friends: Heraclitus, Nietzsche, Doestoevsky. They live outside, in my outside, in darkness. And of course I am also outside because [...]

The other extreme: Thanksgiving in Watercolor

A little town on the West coast of Florida, about an hour south of Pensacola called Watercolor has sprung up along the coast. Rubbing up against the dunes about 500 buildings with beautiful people Watercolor has a Starbucks, a boutique, well, many boutiques, and people made for them. This is a town of the future. [...]

Der Mensch Irrt solange Er strebt

Man errs as long as he strives. I no longer care about people who are into things. Many people are into things– like property or the reproductive habits of frogs, or harp music. “That is wonderful” I say when forced to listen to stories about the beauty and simplicity of the harp. I love those– [...]

Sooner or Later

Sooner or later it had to happen– the FEMA trailer. Ive changed my beautiful suite uptown for two weeks on the bayou opposite the castle between I-10 and Highway 11. Ive moved my operations– phones, computers, files complete with receipts, tax forms, the entire record regime to the highway, to the the bayou, to a [...]

To all sufferers: the pain goes away

The best way to beat the pain is to remember that it will go away. From Dantes sinners to Greek hero Sisyphus this has been a source of incredible salvation: the pain goes away. But this unfortunately is just pain in the immediate sense, the pain we interpret as physical (though it is not purely [...]

He Needs to Work

“Dont bother him. He needs to work,” said my assistant to all the workers yesterday upon hearing that if we did not file the lien today we would run out of money. My mistake. I take the blame. Ive been complaining that the phone doesnt stop ringing. “Remember the t-valve on the air conditioner John? [...]