My head is full of phrases and old music from scratchy records played on gramophones. It is like one of David Lynch's experiments. People around me seem hostile in some mocking way. When I talk I say one or two sentences too many. "Stop it," I tell myself, but before I know it, I've said more. I match them mockery for perceived mockery. There is nothing but evil and stupidity wherever I look. I try to stay away from the mirror.
"I wish I was in a land forgotten / old times there are just like cotton. . . ."
"Try some of this, boy. It will put hair on your palms, make a man outaya."
Rabbit ears on the old black and white t.v. set that I twist and turn trying to get better reception.
"Try some tin foil. Hold it. . . right there. . . that's good. . . . Shit!"
Johnny Weismuller wrestling a giant alligator doll, stabbing it with a knife as he rolls it over and over.
It is late. I must hurry. I have meetings all day at the factory.
WoW, impressive body!
ReplyDeleteI love the lines this pose creates.
COOL photo, like, Very Cool!
You still have mirrors???
And that for such an old guy...
See you!
XXX
ReplyDeleteAn 1890's decadent once met a young girl, of about twenty, "with a lithe body like a snake, a great red dangerous mouth, and enormous dark amber eyes that half shut and then expanded like great poisonous flowers. "Nuffing amuses me," she said, with her curious childish lisp, 'everfing bores me. Nuffing ever did amuse me. I have nuffing to amuse me, nobody to be amused with. I don't care for men, women's talk always bores me. All I care for is to sleep. Tell me what is there that will give me a new sensation?' And she lay back and gazed at me through her half-shut lids. I bent down and whispered "Opium."
Arthur Symons.
I like the photo too also.
N, She has some shape, huh? It is crazy. She did not want to pose nude. And I do have mirrors, but they are for models, not for me.
ReplyDeleteL, Your comment made it onto another blog. We all need opium now, I think. And thanks.