Books are a habit worse than heroine for me. I can’t get enough of them. I read the preface of the Allen Ginsberg Journals this morning. I have yet to finish the Olson book, but I couldn’t help taking a peek inside the Journals.
Am I on a quest to find the self, dissolve the self, or to self-actualise and realise there is no self?
I read the preface and introduction to the Ginsberg journals and like an open flame to tissue paper my mind was set on fire. I’m not sure how to explain it, but think of it like a puzzle you’ve been trying to solve and then you finally get the last piece that makes all the other pieces fall into place. I feel like that happened to me today.
These six poets surfaced in my psyche:
I have to spend sometime figuring out how they relate to each other and how the story of my life intersects with these poets. I know Eliot had a huge impact on me when I was 16. Mister Parsons, my high school English teacher introduced me to him. The first poems I read of Eliot’s was The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and The Hollow Men. I was blown away. Those two poems completely changed my worldview, and I don’t think I’ve ever really recovered from them even to this day, some 33 years later.
Sometime around 10:30 AM I crashed, that is I came down off of my caffeine and sugar high. I hadn’t realised just much caffeine I’d consumed, plus a whole pack of Fruit Mentos.
What was I thinking? The only cure for such a crash is to inhale peppermint until you feel the chill between your eyes in the middle of your skull.
“I might buy more gold.” I heard someone next to me say.
I gathered they were talking to their broker on the phone. He was going on about liquidating some of his investments because of the state of the world at the moment. He even enquired whether or not he could take physical possession of the gold if he wanted to. I’m not even sure why that caught my attention. I guess it’s not every day you hear someone talking about buying gold.
I saw a lady with massive boobs carrying a new born. She sat down a couple of tables from me. I couldn’t help wonder how much her boobs must weigh and then I thought about the baby and whether these boobs posed a threat to it, like if they were lying on the bed together and one of those giant boobs popped out and landed on the baby.
Don’t ask. My mind has been like that all day.
Watching shadows on the wall.
My computer is on 34% battery life left which is how I kind of feel right now.
The day has been long.
I better recharge.
Before I go dead, like a doorknob or fucking fried chicken as Jules would say.