“One time I found The Waste Land in the children’s section.”
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Overheard at Shakespeare & Company
November 20, 2011TONIGHT AT BARNES AND NOBLE
November 1, 2011Joan Didion talks about death, dying and being dead!
Tons of twats with melancholy dispositions and literary ambitions –– just like yours truly! –– will storm the Union Square Barnes & Noble to hear Joan Didion’s death rattle. I’m preparing myself to be elbowed by a lot of doe-eyed white girls.
Provided the wind created by the storming hoards of aforementioned twats doesn’t knock the Joan over and cause her to shatter into pieces, I think I may raise my hand and ask her what her favorite flavor of ice cream is.
Monday Sucks –– But At Least My Friends Are Funny!
October 31, 2011From KC: “i’ve been studying for an anatomy exam– did i tell you i had to dissect the male genitalia? the whole experience feels like a big insult to my absent romantic life.”
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From PS (my bro): “I’m having an OK Monday because I went to yoga this morning. My happy baby was adjusted in a very provocative manner by the instructor…”
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Lady Bob: i need someone to make me a website because my psychic is slacking
me: psychic?
Lady Bob: she’s also a web designer
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MH: my head hurts from peer pressuring people to drink all weekend
THE JOAN
October 27, 2011I don’t want to simply re-blog (because I hate the whole concept) but I have to say that the article about Joan Didion from New York Magazine last week (I guess?) was pretty interesting, especially for me as I do have an intense love hate relationship with the Joan (still looking for a home for my essay about realizing she was too morose for words –– takers?) The best part of the article was undoubtedly this little tidbit about Quintana Roo:
“At age 5, Quintana called Camarillo, the mental institution rumored to have inspired ‘Hotel California,’ to ask what she should do if she went crazy—a story Didion insists is not just family lore.”
Girl after my own heart.
I can’t to publish a picture of Joan because looking at her arms makes me queasy, so here’s an adorable Quintana Roo in Malibu. I agree with the writer Barbara Grizzuti Harrison about her name, too –– pretty wack, Joan.
And now, for some Joan Didion jokes!
Q: What’s Joan Didion’s favorite flavor of ice cream?
A [in death rattle tone]: Ash.
Q: What’s Joan Didion’s favorite perfume?
A: Mothballs.
And now I’m going to make one up on my own…
Q: What’s Joan Didion’s favorite cocktail?
A: Rum with a splash of disquietude.
Commissions Accepted
October 26, 2011I make micrographic presents. This one is for my boyfriend. It says, “It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing nothing.” I know from experience.
As the title suggests, commissions are accepted. Please email my manager/dealer Siobhan at itinerantdaughterandson@gmail.com, but be forewarned that the prices are quite steep as my work is in high demand.
A Shameless Plea for a Job
October 10, 2011John Waters
c/o Atomic Books
1100 W. 36th Street
Baltimore, MD 21211
Dear Mr. Waters,
I am writing in reference to a short portion of your book ROLE MODELS, which begins, in my version, on page 29:
“I hate to think about it –– what will happen when Johnny Mathis and I die? Who will guard my humble tawdry belongings? Will Johnny have to worry about the posthumous exploitation of his signature songs? Will his estate deny the commercial use of his hits the way Johnny Cash’s did when Preparation H tried to license ‘Ring of Fire’ for a hemorrhoid commercial? Or will they exploit his publishing copyright the way Elvis’s heirs did when they allowed ‘Viva Las Vegas’ to be resung as ‘Viva Viagra’ for a TV commercial?”
I would like to volunteer to be the caretaker of your possessions after you have passed on. I have no doubt I will excel in this position, for reasons including but not limited to the following:
1. My favorite thing in the entire world is bathos. I am highly educated in the useless (literature, philosophy, etc.) but only appreciate these things when they are juxtaposed with something else, such as a tasteless cancer joke.
2. I am terribly nurturing and sensitive, and will treat your possessions like my poor, deformed little inbred infants, and be insistent that they go to good houses as opposed to hemorrhoid commercials (well, depends on how well written the commercial is –– that has the potential to be hilarious.)
3. As long as we’re talking about Catherine of Siena, I have two enormous calluses in the middle of each palm from a lifetime of digging my nails into my hands. Why? I suppose I was just born very serious about reverse dogma.
4. It’s not all doom and gloom though –– I have a sense of humor. I like to wear a baby alligator claw (I painted the “finger” nails bright red) as a brooch. My favorite accessory, however, is a tear drawn on my face in thin-tipped Sharpie. I’m about five foot nothing with blond hair and a chubby cherub face. People think it’s funny when I say I got the tear in Rikers, but I don’t see what’s so funny about my prison ordeals.
I look forward to hearing from you and setting up an interview, preferably one that will occur on East Baltimore Street.
Regards,
Little Bite of Poetry
September 30, 2011“The Porpoise”
I kind of like the playful porpose,
A healthy mind in a healthy corpus.
He and his cousin, the playful dolphin,
Why they like swimmin like I like golfin.
~Ogden Nash
Futurist Manifestos for Fashion Week
September 15, 2011How apropos that I have been assigned to review a book about accessories during fashion week, most of which I have spent strictly wearing solid colors, reading Simone Weil and contemplating the nature of existence (piety is the new black.) The book is infinitely more exciting than the actual coverage of fashion week I have seen (it’s just not wacky enough –– I would tell you my brilliant idea for a photo shoot, but I don’t want to blow up my brother’s and my spot) and, while not a light and happy read about bracelets, does offer some very funny, interesting launchpads to learn about new things. Namely, that the Futurists thought a lot about certain types of accessories:
Futurist Manifesto of the Italian Tie
The painter and sculptor Renato Di Bosso and the poet Ignazio Scurto, assisted by courages young Futurists from the Veneto region, declare an unrelenting, aggressive and ferocious crusade against the noose-like knots of black, gray, and colored ties…
Italians! Abolish knots, bow-ties and all anti-speed, anti-hygienic and anti-optimistic frippery!…
A man’s character is shown by the tie that he wears. Today, in this divine, dynamic, simultaneist motoring age, the character of a man must not be shown by a knot and a piece of material, but by the shine and the purity of metal.
Thus we invite all Italian men to boycott the ordinary tie and wear the Futurist tie, which we launched on March 27th 1933 in Verona.
The Futurist tie, an ANTI-TIE OF HARD-WEARING SHINY LIGHTWEIGHT METAL, is a sign that the wearer possesses flexibility, strength, intelligence, sobriety, solid ideas and an innovative Italian spirit…
The metals used should be between one and two fifths of a millimeter thick and thus be of corresponding minimum weight, while the knot must be completely abolished. It should be a few centimeters in length…
The anti-tie, held in place by a light elastic collar, fully reflects the sun and the blue skies that enrich us as Italians, banishing the melancholy pessimistic look from the breasts of our menfolk.
How ridiculous are those young men and boys who wear ties like diplomats or gloomy notaries. Mothers! Give your sons a bright shiny anti-tie which will inspire them with optimistic original ideas and dreams of light and flight.
Indeed, with the anti-tie, every man, every youth, and every one of our boys will possess that aviator’s look look of which all Italians are worthy.
It is better to be adorned with the sunlit wing of an airplane than with a ridiculous rag…
Futurists! Boycott noose-like knots!
Italians! Dress like virile men and not like those about to be hanged!
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Tee hee! How funny is Futurism? I think it’s because while obviously ridiculous, they take themselves so damn seriously!
Another one, for a night time giggle:
The Futurist Manifesto of the Italian Hat
The much-desired and indispensable revolution in Italian men’s clothing began on September 11th 1914 with the great Futurist painter Giacomo Balla’s famous manifesto, “The Anti-neutral suit.”
[It goes on to say…]
1. We condemn the Nordic use of Black and neutral colors, which bring a muddy stagnant melancholy to the rainy, snowy and foggy streets of the city making it look as if there are enormous logs, boulders, and turtles being swept along in a brown deluge.
2. We condemn that traditional, passatist headgear that is so out of touch with the aesthetics, the practicality, and the speed of our great mechanical civilization. For example, the pretentious top hat that prevents fast movement and attracts funerals.
In August, when the Italian streets are full of blinding light and torrid silence, the black or gray hat of the man in the street drifts above, as dreary as dung.
Color! Color is needed to compete with the sun of Italy
3. We propose the Futurist functionality of the hat, which until today has been of little or no use to Man, but which from this day forth must illuminate him, mark him, take care of him, defend him, make him faster, and cheer him etc.
We will create the following types of hat:
1. The velocity hat (for everyday wear); 2. The night hat (for evening wear); 3. The luxury hat (for parades); 4. The aero-sport hat; 5. the sun hat; 6. The rain hat; 7. The mountain hat; 8. The sea hat; 9. The defense hat; 10. The poetic hat; 11. The advertising hat; 12. The simultaneous hat; 13. The plastic hat; 14. The tactile hat; 15. The signal hat; 16. The sound hat; 17. The radio-telephone hat; 18. The therapeutic hat (resin, camphor, or menthol with a band moderating cosmic waves); 19. The automatic greeting hat (with a system of infra-red rays); 20. The intelligent-making hat for idiots who criticize this manifesto.
They will be made of felt, velvet, straw, cork, lightweight metals, glass, celluloid, compounds, hide, sponge, fiber, neon tubing, etc. either separately or combined.
The colorful nature of these hats will bring the flavor of huge dishes of fruit and the luxury of huge jewelry shops to the streets. The streets at night will be perfumed and illuminated by melodious currents which will destroy forever the tired-out sentimentality for moonlight.
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Up next, by request: more infant fashion blogging!
WANTED: American Spiritual Martyr
September 8, 2011We here at The World Inc. (a 501C3 corporation) have an opening for a martyr with a spiritual bent in our North American division.
Qualifications: Male and female applicants will be considered, but we are particularly looking for someone young (between the ages of 17 and 30) as we want our martyr to commit to a life of asceticism for years or to perish at a relatively early age. A basic knowledge of both Western and Eastern philosophy required; deeper understanding of theology, lives of Catholic saints, the works of Saint Augustine, Simone Weil, Anaxagoras, Kierkegaard, Gandhi, and Wole Soyinka preferred. Candidates will likely have struggled with spirituality and sense of self in their youth, be naturally somewhat sickly/delicate and have a history of experimentation with Buddhism, pacifism, fundamentalism (of some kind or another,) and/or adolescent self-mutilative behaviors. No higher education necessary, though applicants with public speaking experience will be more carefully considered. Our martyr must be a go-getter, and be willing to go barefoot, shave his/her head, wear a loincloth, and face ridicule, shame, and possible imprisonment when necessary. An ambivalence toward food and appetite and a downright disdain for sex preferred as well.
Responsibilities: The spiritual martyr will be required to appear publicly at any events he/she deems appropriate, write prolifically, and fast whenever something abhorrent or sacrilege is occurring in the universe. There is a lot of room for creativity and growth in this position, so the management will not oversee your day-to-day operations. We are hoping that the candidate we ultimately choose will have a sense of when it is appropriate to lead a march through the streets, lay down in front of army tanks, and release polemics.
Compensation/benefits: Immortality, though ironically, no healthcare. Accommodations provided by way of a small hut located next to landfill in Newark, New Jersey. Travel opportunities possible.
Please contact: americanspiritualmartyrjob@gmail.com. Please include resume and manifesto IN THE BODY OF THE EMAIL. Attachments will not be opened. References from former therapists, philosophy professors, gurus, etc. appreciated.


