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8/28/2008

How I'm feeling today

This pretty much describes it. Not sure if that's good or bad.

TROUBLE
by Matthew Dickman

Marilyn Monroe took all her sleeping pills
to bed when she was thirty-six, and Marlon Brando's daughter
hung in the Tahitian bedroom
of her mother's house,
while Stanley Adams shot himself in the head. Sometimes
you can look at the clouds or the trees
and they look nothing like clouds or trees or the sky or the ground.
The performance artist Kathy Change
set herself on fire while Bing Crosby's sons shot themselves
out of the music industry forever.
I sometimes wonder about the inner lives of polar bears. The French
philosopher Gilles Deleuze jumped
from an apartment windows into the world
and then out of it. Peg Entwistle, an actress with no lead
roles, leaped off the "H" in the HOLLYWOOD sign
when everything looked black and white
and David O. Selznick was king, circa 1932. Ernest Hemingway
put a shotgun to his head in Ketchum, Idaho
while his granddaughter, a model and actress, climbed the family tree
and overdosed on phenobarbital. My brother opened
thirteen fentanyl patches and stuck them on his body
until it wasn't his body anymore. I like
the way geese sound above a river. I like
the little soaps you find in hotel bathrooms because they're beautiful.
Sarah Kane hanged herself, Harold Pinter
brought her roses when she was still alive,
and Louis Lingg, the German anarchist, lit a cap of dynamite
in his own mouth
thought it took six hours for him
to die, 1887. Ludwig II of Bavaria drowned
and so did Hart Crane, John Barryman, and Virginia Woolf. If you are
traveling, you should always bring a book to read, especially
on the train. Andrew Martinez, the nude activist, died
in prison, naked, a bag
around his head, while in 1815 the Polish aristocrat and writer
Jan Potocki shot himself with a silver bullet.
Sara Teasdale swallowed a bottle of blues
after drawing a hot bath,
in which dozens of Roman senators opened their veins beneath the water.
Larry Walters became famous
for flying in a Sears patio chair and forty-five helium-filled
weather balloons. He reached an altitude of 16,000 feet
and then he landed. He was a man who flew.
He shot himself in the heart. In the morning, I get out of bed, I brush
my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best.
I want to be good to myself.

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7/09/2007

Things I Dreamt About Last Night

1. Taking my cat Sam to the vet. He's had a lot of issues in the last year, mostly dental. So we've visited the vet frequently. This time, I took him to a new vet (who looked suspiciously like the photographer who did my brother-in-law's wedding a couple days ago). I don't know exactly what I brought Sam in for, but the doctor gave him a shot that put him to sleep. Yes, killed him. And I was like...Uhhh...I don't think that's what I meant to have done... But the doctor was all shrugging it off. And then, Sam woke up! And I was like, Damn, that cat just won't give up! I pointed this out to the vet and he basically said that it happens sometimes, but that Sam will definitely die later when I bring him home. I was like, yeah, screw you! Sam's going to outlive us all! And then I left.

2. After leaving Sam somewhere (at home, I hope, but who knows), I was at a mall and there was this sort of a roller coaster-ish contraption that brought people from one floor to another. I decided to get on it to go one floor up. The car was large--like maybe ten people across and twenty rows or something--pretty huge. As it came into its little station I went to get a seat and found the one I wanted with a pool of urine in it, as though a child had peed on it. I was, needless to say, a little grossed out. I walked along the side of the car to get another seat, when the conductor person announced that it was going to take off. So I jumped into the car and figured that I'd find a seat as it was moving. I was maneuvering my way around the pee-seat when the car went through this like flappy door, and into complete darkness, and started to drop, like a roller coaster going down a steep hill. Something seemed wrong about this, and I got the definite idea that the car wasn't supposed to go through that door and that we were in a free-fall. I was thinking that I should try to sit down and get my seat belt on, but I didn't want to see in the pee-seat. I kept thinking that when we hit the ground, I would die, or at least my back would be broken. I was about to start screaming when the scene changed.

3. I was at home, sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a very light knock on the door, and I tiptoed over to look through the peephole. It was late at night and I wasn't expecting anyone. I saw my mother through the hole and so I opened the door, though slowly, just to make sure it was her. It wasn't. It was a girl with big 80s hair, in a white prom-type dress, and two emo kids (boy and girl, hard to tell which was which). It appeared that they had just come out of the apartment across the hall, but they did not live there. It made me suspicious. I started to close the door on them and the 80s hair girl tried to push it open. Basically there were a few minutes of me trying to close and lock the door, and this girl and one of the emo kids trying to push the door open. (The other emo kid just stood behind them and did nothing.) The lock on the door wouldn't work right--when I locked it, it didn't meet the doorframe and so wouldn't keep the door closed. I kept trying, though, and wondering what I was going to do if I couldn't get the door locked so that I could keep these creepy children out. Then, I woke up.

I think I have what they call an overactive imagination. Except for the last one because you know, emo kids can be scary.

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3/21/2007

A thought for today.

I don't trust people whose jeans--black jeans, to be specific--look perpetually new. How come they don't fade or wear? It's suspicious.

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