1. Getting to read for fun
I haven't read a book for fun since Christmas. The birth of baby Jesus 2,000 years ago made my school close and they didn't make me read books so I read All The Pretty Horses. I think of it as On The Road for cowboys. I want to read some comic books and the subtitles for shitty video games. Baby Jesus dies in April, so, another break.
2. Getting to write for fun
I haven't really wrote anything new since last semester when I was writing some sort of collaborative poems with a friend. I want to write a new book. I want to write blog posts again. I want to write on bathroom walls without feeling guilty for not working on my god-damned thesis. I feel like George Lucas and Star Wars. Return of the Jedi is over, now I can fucking make the shit out of Howard the Duck.
Seriously love this book. I picked it up because my advisor said it is like my manuscript, and it is. Some Thing Black was written by Jacques Roubaud, whose wife, a photographer by the name of Alix Cleo Roubaud, dies. He thinks/suspects/wishes that she haunts him through her self-portraits which are beautiful and scary. Every poem is nine verse paragraphs/stanzas long. In the back of the book is about 15 pages of her photography. This is what it looks like:
Yeah, any real show in Marfa is a great reason to go there. Artsy folks out there should be shamed into going to Marfa. I was down with going when it was just Mumford and Sons and Old Crow Medicine Show, but I love Edward Sharp. Wishing I could stay at the Rock Hudson Suite, but it's booked up.