I've got a lot of notebooks and notepads full of nonsense and the logically indecipherable. Many were written in an arguably enlightened state. Written by myself and others "in the round", the contents are for the most part useless, but there are a few gems. Volume One began in the Carolinas. They're the funniest because we were completely out of our minds. We worked nights and were hammered and high most of the time. In my subjective history, there's a Volume Two and then a Volume Three, written at separate yet equal epochs of time. I stopped contributing to Volume Three while back, so Vol. 2 was long before it. There has been no Vol. 4. Though by the way I'm writing now, you'd think I was knee-deep in it. But I'm not. I've just had a few Guinnesses.
The following is an unsent letter written to Qner back in 1997. Now that I've found it, I figured I'd just send it to him in this format. What does anything matter anyway?
[Written by MO'SH, with interjections from clarke nova in RED]
11/8/97
Dear Brian,
they are talking to each other; they are talking to my left and my right. i hide in my orange, insulated from insult. i got a pulpy dog - "my dyslexic dogs are krabbing!"
THIS IS NOT NONSENSE!
Jonathan Bell is my preacher. I support him...Egads. Degas.
"Egads, Degas! You didn't wash your brushes."
Feel free to use this material. Feel free!
THEY'RE TELLING ME TO BE FREE!
Brian you are not crazy! You are not! I have pictures!
We're listening to The Smiths - "Send me your pillow, the one that you dream on."
What's more satisfying than an articulate clause, a fluid sentence, a paragraph whose words fall into line with the graceful journey of the orange leaves?
I guess, oh I've forgotten. I'm in a Burroughsian mood (without the obsession w/Moroccan street waifs). I've had smoke, the old word-swirler. SO I see things a little different, a little
Jesus, Jesus Mary & Joseph!
clearer for the time being. The time being..."Time to me is a plane passing between the moon and Venus."
[clarke nova] says, "There's no such thing as bad wine."
[scribble]
Sorry, bad weather in the brain.
Writing is the best thing in the world. IT good.
Question: Is Paul Westerberg erotic?
Yes! He Knows to cover it All up! Less is more, so much more.
"I have been doing some writing. Will send along samples when i locate a typewriter. This town seems to have several dimensions. I have experienced a series of Kafkian incidents that would certainly have sent Carl back to the nuthouse. For example: I go to bed w/an Arab in European clothes."
Burroughs goes on to note he was "loaded on hashish."
Important: Do not have a picture taken of you with a typewriter. Do not make it easier for them.
Actually, I was looking at a photo of Burroughs at the typewriter & couldn't think of a photo of any of us w/typewriters. Just something i think about.
We're starting up RTH again. It's only gonna be with our writings. Quality people. Quality work. I'm thinking of subtitling it "The Journal of the New Pagans." I don't know. I'm really high.
We are now listening to R.E.M., the "Reckoning" album. [clarke nova] says he loves you. Put on the album, song #2. Sometimes, not a lot, but i sometimes glimpse a dragon's tail -- around the back of the house, or behind a truck. We have been programmed from the start, our language has been programmed by early Indo-European culture. A rose by another name is a slug. Don't be afraid to look past things. There's enough victims.
On music: it's the drums, the beat, the sound, that drives us from one music to another. That's why the 90's reacted so violently (w/Guns n Roses) to the curt 'lectronic drumming of the 80s.
It sort of ends there. Or I drifted away there. The next page includes these statements that I think were only intended for me:
A whale raining teeth.
2/5 does not equal 1/10
REPEAT: These fractions are unequal.
Write back soon!
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