Sendy Wendy

Being a Drifter. Syncretism [Union of Cretans] from Plutarch's 1 AD essay on "Fraternal Love "; Greek: Sun- ("with") plus kerannumi ("mix") and its related noun, krasis ("mixture").

Book

The second book is moving right along because it was half written. I need to send out. I need to send out I need to send out.

I think a lot about the first book while writing the second.

I dont know who to send to. That whole process. I get so worked up about it. But these paras are near enough. I measure against other writers?

Yes. Closely. Even track. Does anybody else do that?

Originality. It is and it isnt. Its both. Its always both?

I dont know. I feel like something of a throw back to lit shit evolving out of Sylvia, Acker, Didion... The girls.

Then I found Clarice!

Poetry in the language. Still as if coming out of shakes and that whole crew, along with druids, makers partakers lang bang english.

Calling it lang bang made me smile at them.

Staying close to Didion on cohesiveness. The book builds through things.

Maybe send out three pages. The paras are molded — no, not molded. Syncretic?

Do I alway compare. Its more that I never write alone. I never write now without Maya. I dont have to. Besides, and some who know me know, it’s too dangerous for me. Tip.

It will corrupt me. In ways that are lost in the woods.

I only really want books.

Odd I shouldnt care about anything else? No thats not true. I do. I just don’t. Books matter less to me than the writing.

Drifter

For the freedom it gives me. To evolve between stuff. Poetry philo mythic math religion, the screens? Much of screen works off mythic, as well as televises time…

Math and physics, I use as a ground in discussion with religious function, their function is narrative.

I hate to go asking. It makes me insane. Why I just dropped in on Depp. To strengthen my nerve. Cause he probably knows about me and that keeps me close to SM’s integrity.

Was thinking of doing a thing. That includes cuts from four other poets here. But they have their own thing and probably wont do it.

Poets only? Yeah. Just cuts. And clicks. Magazine called: ?

I dont know. I want to test out the new design capabilities here. Have fun with it. For no other purpose than to play.

I dont understand it entirely — why it’s all so important to me. Defer to Pessoa and just keep going.

Send out — to editors for books. ITS WHAT you you you WANT. The second book was “transcribed” in heaven to pull myself out of hell. Is how I think about it. Yeah, four years of heaven…

Every little breeze… Drifts. Pull through cliche? DIDION what do you think.

Sir Plus

Everyone agrees.

Is cliche surplus. Yes no it’s mythic. Is mythic surplus. Would Democritus say that it was. Beckett calls him first materialist. Thats where I am on Becketts notes. Democritus probably would call it surplus. That said, he had something called Fire Atoms to explain consciousness, to put it simply. Would Beckett. Yes and no, or he might say: I dont fucking know it sounds I listen.

I think of mythic as bread in the bone. And for me the beginning of memory.

Finished another day with Cioran, half way through 1962 now. Send out send out send out that too? Nah. Just continue. Bring it up that I am doing it, that’s all for the moment. It’s for its own special crowd. That I am actually a part of.

I’ve started receiving requests on Academia to review someones work!! Its in philosophy. Online literary magazines are beginning to ask me to send in again… Some just hold on to. Forever.

That actually began happening to me way back with my first poetry book, ended up in safe of a guy Dot was working for and he wouldnt give it back. That book is upstairs in a box.

OK this week make a list of EDITORS. Then include contact for an agent I know, to follow up if he might.

Send through email. No shenanigans.

Other than that.

OHHHHHHHHHHH fuck. Sendy wendy showed up with Lester Bangs. Yes? And it took me over. And I began to “get it.” Pretty much, about all that stuff. Creating its own history, to treat as a part of what theatre grows out of.

But then I ran off to hang around crew who knew lulu, and that took over, and then something else took over…. the writing never stopping, whatever else I was doing. Being a drifter…

First two books were basically, credible. But after that I hated everything. And so began my Hate City poems.

I am a martyr to my work these days. I must be, to finish the books. Still take days off… To do nothing but think. Days where I do nothing but think… As if that too is a part of the job.