What do you guys think?

Brett Easton Ellis' "Less Than Zero" was a modern day "Brideshead Revisited."

Julian of LTZ=Julian of Brideshead revisited.




Brideshead=Beverly Hills.



Note, I say was because LTZ no longer modern. No one cares about Spago anymore, no one cares about Elvis Costello unless they are trying to be ironic. Not totally sure who is the equivalent 'right now', thinking hard, going to go to Starbucks, drink coffee and come up with an answer. Maybe I will forget about this literary/academic higher pursuit of knowledge existence type question while I am in line behind 3 pairs of breast implants complaining about their children failing summer school. Please add your thoughts.

Technological Wah-Wah

If and when hard copy newspapers go, I will miss them. Wah, ink, wah, killing thousands of trees, wah virgin forests degraded to black and blue pulp for my reading pleasure. How long does it take a computer to decompose? How long does it take a newspaper to decompose? When the the paper itself is begins to disintegrate, the content of its articles is also decomposing, a most charming quality. News is new information. I've recently found myself going through hundreds of bookmarked news articles I couldn't resist adding to my online favorites. Call it a bit of late spring cleaning, I've found it necessary to rid myself of such digital debris. Paper newspapers offer no such problem. By the time the thin sheets have started to yellow and crinkle, it's Mother Nature's way of saying, really? really? do you need to keep this old thing around? it's not even a press clipping concerning you, go donate this to a compost heap! Who would have thought the streamlined product of yesteryear, the symbol of mechanization and proud industrial product, would ever look well, earthy?

But it won't stop me from getting her haircut

goop |goōp|
noun informal
sloppy or sticky semifluid matter, typically something unpleasant.
• mawkish sentiment.


*does goop=semen ?

100 years old

O. Henry, the hipster:

"Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr's."

"Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills."


Other rare gems:

"She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership)."

"We often hear "shop-girls" spoken of. No such persons exist. There are girls who work in shops. They make their living that way. But why turn their occupation into an adjective? Let us be fair. We do not refer to the girls who live on Fifth Avenue as 'marriage-girls.' "

Bing goes the bell

Everyone liked the "Jenifer Smith IS" format of old Facebook updates, because it allowed people to refer to themselves in the third person, as if their trip to Petsmart and Target were newsworthy, journalism worthy, another person watching you worthy activities.

Just in case you wondered

My poems will never go to a spa.


I will never take my poems to a spa.

I will never give my poems an advance in their allowances so they can go to the spa like they saw their favorite poem go to one in the regionalist pseudo literary magazine that mostly sells advertising space for 'wellness' camps that are actually sad holding cells for the mildly upper-class and severely deranged substance abusing Americans of the New England or New England minded area. Those are just spas too.

No, you are not old enough to get a botulism treatment my little sestina,
You're not even old enough to wear a training bra, why are you worried about Botox.
Please return my thong to my underwear drawer. Do not wear my lipstick.

No,
you may not go to the spa.

We can get Granny a gift certificate to go to one for her 87th birthday, but your birthday is a long way away, so I don't think it's going to happen.

Go fold your laundry.

Whole Wheat Pulp

“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested”
—Sir Francis Bacon

exquisite risk

is such a tiny thing

May 39th, DOA: OD'd on Hall & Oates and Fleetwood Mac

I am going to make the art-y-est art in the entire world.
Com-bo of high and low, like graphics from chemically toxic food you would buy at Big Y/Stop and Shop/Ralphs/Albertsons/SuperSized Target with a grocery store
think, pizza bagel bites.

I'm going to cut and paste Lean Cuisine graphic images
onto a green screen backdrop with my face,
my favorite rapper's face, (underground hippittyhophop)
and then my favorite MaxErnst/Bruegel/Jonas Mekas film still
to fill in space.