On One Hand

February 11, 2006

Some Fucking Bacon

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Even right after I have sex I’m still horny and dissatisfied. My eyes wander from what I have to what I don’t. This is me becoming a Hungry Ghost.

Catherine: I don’t know where I’ll be, it depends on who I’m seeing. Maybe I’ll go to New York, maybe Seattle. Love is more important than where I go; I can always change plans.
Lacey: Not me. I never change my plans for anyone but myself.
Catherine: (sounds annoyed) I know.

I said tell them about that time grandpa thought he was dying so he drank more and more, and one day he couldn’t physically get out of the car so we took him yelling and cursing to the hospital and they told him he was an alcoholic and his blood alcohol rating was 0.33. Tell them how he quit drinking that day cold turkey and how we drove over there to bring him orange juice and vitamins that help with detox, and he was shaking so hard it scared the kids and he couldn’t get the frozen can of juice open so mom said “I can help you” and he said “no, let me do it, I can do it.”

I don’t want to learn through imitation, saying to myself “this is what the grownups do, and so I will do it.” If I did I would be farther along by now, because I can imitate well and easily. But when I hear a 20-year-old say “I’m writing a novel” or a college freshman try to publish poetry in all the traditional journals or a girl with her name in big letters on a jewl case labeled by some local record company and her music is inside or a boy audition for a reality show or a play, it’s a turn off. All these kids trying to be grownups. Taking all this incredible creativity and drive and imitating the previous generation, building a resume and it’s all about points and references and dollars and marketing. And we scream I don’t date resumes I don’t want to marry a resume I was not raised by a resume I’m not trying to find resumes for friends get your name off that jewel case, white out the big letters on that page and send back the references, rip up that business card, rip up that headshot, throw away your lists of guest appearences in films and throw away your lists of guest appearences in house bands and get your fucking fingers on the fucking guitar strings and pull the fucking strings and play!!!

She said you know, I could kill for some bacon right now. It’s evil and gross and unhealthy and unethical and I’ve been a vegan for years and it’s salty and bitter and makes me sick to my stomach and gives me diarrhea and I want a cigarette, I want a cigarette and a line of coke and a beer a beer a beer and I could kill for some fucking bacon.

Matt: If there’s one thing I hate about writers it’s the way they study and reference the lives of other writers through their work to the extent that all non-writers and non-literary critics find their writing utterly esoteric.
Matthew: What the fuck are you talking about. As if you hate esoterisism. You are esoteric. Everything you write is esoteric, everything is filled with references and allusions, and everything you say has some secret second meaning or connotation for those “with ears to…understand.” Don’t act like you don’t write esoteric – fuck, the word esoteric is esoteric to most of us – the whole reason you use it is that you feel good knowing most people have no clue what you’re saying.
Matt: Well that’s quite a… uh… .

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8 Comments »

  1. Your writing is so…natural. Like it just flows so easily for you.

    I love this.

    Comment by dreams_denied — February 11, 2006 @ 8:06 pm | Reply

  2. slightly confused and must ask: what’s wrong with a 20 year old writing a novel or a college freshman trying to publish poetry in ‘all the traditional journals’ (of which there are quite few anyway)? love, math+

    Comment by theyare45 — February 11, 2006 @ 8:58 pm | Reply

    • I dunno, I just needed more things to go on the list and I figured it wasn’t fair unless I put myself on the list too.

      Comment by ononehand — February 12, 2006 @ 4:25 am | Reply

  3. i like this. stream of consciousness=love

    Comment by iamsodowntown — February 11, 2006 @ 9:12 pm | Reply

  4. This was absolutely beautiful.
    And if someone asked me to articulate why, I don’t think I could.

    Write a novel.
    Don’t do it to lengthen your resume. Do it for yourself, do it for the readers.

    Comment by soul_meets_body — February 11, 2006 @ 10:52 pm | Reply

  5. hey…

    so, um.. i found you on my space. and i wrote this little didyd for you to enjoy..

    woah. hey there, pretty. whats up. you seem like a cool cat, and i thought boulder boys sucked. well, they still do, but you seem interesting. if you’d like to make a new friend to listen to your dandy warhols with, you should hit me back. by the way, i LOVE that band. but courtney taylor despite his beautifulness is quite an ass hole. brent on the other hand is a doll. never the less, they know how to get their fans shitfaced. anyway, hope to hear from you. later.. oh, i see you don’t use this, but live journal, so i shall try that??

    Comment by Anonymous — February 13, 2006 @ 9:41 am | Reply

  6. oh, yeah..

    AND… so, okay, i know this anonymous deal makes me seem like a pedophile. so… give this a whirl…

    http://www.myspace.com/uhhuhthisisphilsshit

    or

    philip.moak@colorado.edu

    Comment by Anonymous — February 13, 2006 @ 9:49 am | Reply

    • Re: oh, yeah..

      lol thanks for that. Are you a CU student?

      Comment by ononehand — February 13, 2006 @ 5:53 pm | Reply


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