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the recent weeks - maybe life, propelled by an encounter with a boy trying to be a man who only had the emotional abilities of a four year old which reminded me of many of the men who had been the only men I'd known as a four year old; maybe the encounter of my life of words with words of life; maybe this voice, reemerging from th depths again - has made me want to speak...
these are sparks that have caught...
What can I write about
to set my heart afire
as the wood cut and burning
in the stone place on my left.
Here are no demons, only friends.
Does the poem proceed out of pain
does the heart have to beat at a super
and unnatural speed for the word
to be produced, like the gold
of alchemy,
transmuted.
(john wieners 27)
And we contain the souls of our ancestors.
That the soul is transmitted to us at birth. And that it is
this chart that we follow for life, is our life, what deter
mines what we will be and are. And I am interested only in
unraveling this, showing the snags and syndromes, so that
other men may have some ease in doing theirs.
Or at least
Work out thy salvation with diligence.
Tonight they're dancing
the dance of death
all over America
ballerinas in their
little spike shoes
and boys with painted eyes
Hold that tiger
have blackjacks for hands.
How can we pass there.
(john wieners from a biog article)
INTERVIEWER
Do you have other requirements for writing?
HOUELLEBECQ
Flaubert said you had to have a permanent erection. I haven’t found that to be the case. I need to take a walk now and then. Otherwise, in terms of dietary requirements, coffee works, it’s true. It takes you through all the different stages of consciousness. You start out semicomatose. You write. You drink more coffee and your lucidity increases, and it’s in that in-between period, which can last for hours, that something interesting happens.
(an interview with Houellebecq in The Paris Review)
I have poetry, two musicals, articles for work, and my self to write...
outside, the first of the summer storms is rattling
these are sparks that have caught...
What can I write about
to set my heart afire
as the wood cut and burning
in the stone place on my left.
Here are no demons, only friends.
Does the poem proceed out of pain
does the heart have to beat at a super
and unnatural speed for the word
to be produced, like the gold
of alchemy,
transmuted.
(john wieners 27)
And we contain the souls of our ancestors.
That the soul is transmitted to us at birth. And that it is
this chart that we follow for life, is our life, what deter
mines what we will be and are. And I am interested only in
unraveling this, showing the snags and syndromes, so that
other men may have some ease in doing theirs.
Or at least
Work out thy salvation with diligence.
Tonight they're dancing
the dance of death
all over America
ballerinas in their
little spike shoes
and boys with painted eyes
Hold that tiger
have blackjacks for hands.
How can we pass there.
(john wieners from a biog article)
INTERVIEWER
Do you have other requirements for writing?
HOUELLEBECQ
Flaubert said you had to have a permanent erection. I haven’t found that to be the case. I need to take a walk now and then. Otherwise, in terms of dietary requirements, coffee works, it’s true. It takes you through all the different stages of consciousness. You start out semicomatose. You write. You drink more coffee and your lucidity increases, and it’s in that in-between period, which can last for hours, that something interesting happens.
(an interview with Houellebecq in The Paris Review)
I have poetry, two musicals, articles for work, and my self to write...
outside, the first of the summer storms is rattling
