Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sex in the city with Star and BucWild
I'm working for Greg today, doing a technical support job at the Bryant Park Hotel. (Why the fuck is my computer running so slow?)It seems to be a press conference for the (return?) Star and BucWild show. There is a big trade show booth looking thing up on stage with "pulse 87.7" logos. Lots of rough russian businessmen and the "media". looks like trouble.
Outside they are filming sex and the city. It's a movie, I think. Who cares about all this crap?
I need writing to be my drug. Writing and expression spilling out of me, no thoughts. Dirty talk, rough around the edges. Unwashed, unshaven, shoelaces untied.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Disco Sex Magick
Jackson Fleetwood in full effect.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
There is no inspiration.
They say that the real successes just show up and get to work. There is no inspiration. Well, maybe there is. I just read an excerpt from a Brian Eno diary he submitted to a music magazine. He said something about how ideas an inspiration come best out of the blue, when you are open, just doing something else. Well, ok. Maybe the idea is to have your work "area", your tools and skills honed and in the right place. Your system is running ship-shape, sleek smooth clockwork. so when you do "just show up" to get down to work, you WORK. Crank it out, craft alone without distractions. It's great to be "out there" open, getting the inspiration, soaking in, being receptive to the overflowing of the universe, and then coming back to the command station and DOING IT. Impulses are great to follow, but when an intention is clearly set, only connect with that goal. Like in meditation, take note, acknowledge and let it pass. But maybe thats whats next. Keep all that noise, inspiration, impulses handy and learn to recognize the difference between static and real answers of where to go. (wip)