..expected that...
A cowriter, at last.... and she even heard the words, i tested...
If one knows what is what, then one takes no 'prisoners'..
Time., to really get writing it all. Because if one knows ones ideal 'audience' it makes it easy.. even if it has always been easy. Or at least from the great time in the swampy desert.
Now this sounds dull and almost opinionated, but when one spends a whole day, yesterday... with all of those whom one must schism from, forever, however at the end of the day, one meets them..... her Mrs Ludlow; her the sprog, and he comes by and i even had him in love with me for telling the sprog what is what...
I couldn't do that before...
And it is all in the 'tapes', too....
There must be a 'god' even if she really really does have a pervy sense of so called humour...
I still don't know what the 'deal' is... As we reminded ourselves so mystically perfectly last night.
Now, i am not a cynic.
Mayday in the rural fringes is mating day, or at least eye up a maiden virgin, day...
Because every year, spring.... summer is jus ta new one. Forget the past, even if hers is so headfuck it is daft.... and "i am bored of ALL your dysfunction.... English men of the 50s were the most toxic Wombles of them all... just accept dad was the T.W..... yes you understand him, well... but remember i saw your writing, and i cannot do charm..or sucking up even to your Lebanese beauty Queen mum... that writing was part nonsense wellness tribal wank.... but at least half of it was so alive and ... look... only a few of them have done it...just like Van in his Coney Island... like those Roches.... and yes Bob ... the painting wanky Shati stuff is all very well.... but in your writing you truly have IT... youdont tell me what to think, and you have that twist of genus that is part poet part Walt, part Joycean....and it really does WORK... it makes me think, when in theory you are about as dull a lost little user of a pretty Ashram addict ...needing to con cash from dull me who play your dull game....as the evilish old man said to me fifteen years ago... and he was internationally famous mentor of kids...' you have the basic instrument'.... i never had what you have at your age...but best of all, you see through the whole workshop/ hustlers and their schemes, fake bohemian and beautiful people world...you already GET it.... they will do your child-to-be....no good... so maybe they need to be 'taken down'.... and Gillray, Mary Anne Evans, Dickens to some extent.... and all the way To Rushbridger's lass...satire...poking fun at them with a clean finger.... that is all, now, that may just work... . "
It indeed did begin, yesteraft...
And i thought i was making it up.
Even if i still know I must be somewhere else... i meant what i said. The most wonderful winter, now gone... but i cannot forget her. The unique one.
