I like how while reading richard john gillander's last post, one has the feeling of being in a drunken haze, but of being alert and sensible at the same time. Arrested by once familiar objects. Matching names to faces. Turning corners with the flair and singlemindedness of a Jordan Baker. Arriving at the right destination. What does it matter if one realizes only afterwards that it is the place to be? A girl called Maryann, whom I admire very much, wrote the following in a comment on the Cramps: "I read last night that a certain sort of art is really just intended as an 'imaginary world', not a slice of life or a philosophical commentary on it, but even in the case of this intense imaginary world, it helps to have touches of reality, like flies biting your leg or whatever, to aid you in your suspension of disbelief." Or dislocated knees. It must have been the fight scenes.

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I went down stairs to go outside for a fag. as will happen on occasion.

Or his sense of conviction. (No, don't call it belligerence.) Anyways, the paradox is interesting. Gordon has been living in a black and white world of train stations (et les chanteuses)--smoke and steel, coupling and uncoupling, cigarettes and espresso, glistening pavement--except when he's at work. Is a new home a new way of life? When I'm not in school, I need new ways of starting over. Like buying a bunch of new notebooks at the beginning of the quarter, even though there are plenty of pages left in the old ones. This is what adult life seems to lack. About the black and white world. I watched "The Apartment" a couple of weeks ago. Did Shirley MacLaine always have red hair? If one knew that while watching the film, I think it would have made a difference. As it is, it's like having elaborate subplots and biographies for characters that are never registered on the screen. Leave it to another generation to make sense of them. But for that audience, in 1960, it was that tragic. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings! http://greetings.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+