Plathological

HAHAHAHA

OMG, that picture totally reminded me of you reading me something from somewhere where Patti Smith proposed racing hers and Jim Carroll's crabs! And he was all like, "What a woman," in that creaky-iron-gate voice he has! That really captured my imagination, LOL.
And on a totally different topic, you must read (if you haven't already) JK Huysman's A Rebours (sometimes translated as Against Nature). If ever anyone decided to "go for the gusto," it was he.
Ed.

She: "So you think my boobs are saggy, do you? Well, how about if I tuck my shirt in, that will flatten them even more! And I will leave my fly unbuttoned, and tear holes in my jeans! That will make me a rebel! David Bowie likes rebels! And I will cut my hair around a bowl on my head, except the back, 'cause I can't see what I'm doing there, so I'll just leave it. Although I do think I may have overdone it a little with the turn-ups. I fell awkward, but I will hide it by defiantly raising my chin. Ha!"
He: "Whatever, dude. At least my veins are really prominent so I can always get a needle in."
Ed: "New York housing prices had finally reached the point where young couples, first-time buyers, were forced to rent fire escape balconies and pawn their clothes and furniture."
Bowie: "Hot tramp, I love you so!!"

I cannot improve upon this comment section. I bow down to this Edmorius person. All hail.

Who are you? Have we met?

X,

"Ed's" my russian plumber from high school. the equivalent to your amal. ed's comment there is about the equivalent to every note we ever passed in bio class, art class, english class . . . .or this one time when i pulled her out of gym class during the badminton (?) unit when my heroin play in drama class was having deep, deep maddening intrapersonal problems (hahahahah). . . . anyway: SHE GETS BOWIE INTO EVERYTHING. It's amazing.

Ediodumdums,

I know: I can't stop looking at his veins in that photo. They're unnerving.

that crab race thing I read was from Carroll's Forced Entries. Though I can't believe (for shame) that I actually don't recall where he said go for the gusto--was it during that politically incorrect spot or from another piece I read or from another interview or when he was talking to cassie or what??? Now I'm all flustered since I remember, with hell bent clarity, that phrase with all its glorious intonations. My selective memory shocks me, regularly.

ps,

to reiterate: YOU GET BOWIE INTO EVERYTHING! :D I think you should incorporate him into your clothing designs somehow, make the stitches symbolically hybrid. Und, what's he doing in that scene, huh? Pure lyrical/time machine association there. hahah! Ed belongs as omniscient narrator of and for the absurd (sort of like being “of and for the oppressed,” but less irritating in that left wing hippie way)

Pants: Knowing patti’s life back then, those were probably the only pair of jeans she actually owned. hence: hole rip city. there's no doubt in my mind that she made all her other jeans into some sort of drug paraphernalia that even I can't imagine. most likely quite useful, though.

Yes, well, Bowie makes me spontaneously orgasm everytime he appears on television (which is often), so I feel I owe him some pimpage. He appears in my scene as the soundtrack. As in: "Today, the part of the soundtrack will be played by David Bowie. No refunds will be issued." (Audience: "Boo! Hiss! We wanted the Stones, man! It says so right on the programme! Where the fuck is Jagger?")

Yes, the gusto quote is from Politically Incorrect with Bill Maher, who appears to have taken Ol' Jim's words to heart and gone for the gusto with some prostitutes.

As for Patti's Pants, (great title, that) I think it looks like she climbed up all eight stories of the fire escape, and her look says, "Whatcha gonna do, buddy? kick me out now that I've made all that effort climbing up? I double dog dare you." But you are right, the holes would be super-useful when injecting into her kneecaps (I hear it's better in there).

Re: your comment on bbmemoirs. Sex and suits is just my shorthand for the paper. It's actually about the much more boring theme of how we can use poetry (as opposed to fiction, for example) to learn about fashion. I am using as case studies two poems from an anthology about men and suits, which are VERY hetero and very sexual: "Fingers stink with the rose of a finger job, lips numb from snogging." I am trying to say that the performative aspect of poetry makes it the perfect medium for exploring the performance of masculinity. Or something like that. It's self-indulgent BS, really.

Xavier: Thanks for the compliment, and nice to (virtually) meet you. You can call me Ed (or Edina, Edwina, Ediodumsdums, Edita -- extra points for coming up with an original variation). Caro, BTW, was Bob (Bobita, Boborus, Bobina, Boborific...) and he/she definitely had some social issues. But that was probably the lingering aftereffects of the Rumanian orphanage.
There I go abusing parentheses again. I think next week I'll abuse some ellipses or semi-colons for a change.

social problems, gender problems, sexuality problems, identity problems . .allllllll of which I still give regular handjobs to ("you're such a wonderful person! but you've got problems!"--there's my bowie contribution). i.e.: I STILL HAVE SOCIAL PROBLEMS. I still hate mostly everyone, and mostly everyone is, for reasons only truly obvious to them, terrified of me. I mean, what the hell: why is she so fucking obsessed with patti smith and junkie poetry? that's not mac lip gloss enough. that's not lunch hour pep rally enough. The operation has worked until now. I've always been good at devising my own systems, oblivious to those already in place.

sex & suits: the details of which are the reasons why you were and are my ED. It's BS, sure, but fucking brilliant, as all TRUE BS is. How else would orphans get ahead in life, anyway.

I wish, deeply, that you were here so I could tell you all about my shituation - which is, if I might say, explosive. Have you ever shat your stomach lining into a dirty Mexican (thieves! Brita! locked doors!) toilet bowl for 3 consecutive days... I bet you haven't -- and that's why I wish you were here. Perhaps you would put it in a story. I would tell you more - but I'm making myself sick. Oh my God today I had a solid shit, though! And, it was so exciting that I had to have a beer... Beer was, in turn, not a good idea: led to more shit.

Oh I miss you baby,

Mathew

M-A-T,

KISSKISSKISS
HUGHUGHUG

I MISS YOU TOO FUCKING FUCK
YOU GOT ME TEARING UP
LIKE NOTHING ELSE BABE.

don't worry about anything
crying is good.
we'll cry together like dancing freaks soon,
you're my disco, chainlinked. xoxoxo

I think you should get some varation of that chicks outfit. Bathing suites, as tops, are the tube top. I mean it has such a good vibe, man.

Mel,

I LOVE the design on her shirt. Not sure about the bathing suit top though . . .how would I fit that into my personal style??? hahaha.