8:33) chris abraham 04-JAN-98 19:21

ulysses. square eye similar to the one-eyes snake. mine eyes be square for they are always looking towards and through squareness. no wonder i am becomming decidedly L7. Slides, theur 35mm image smooth and shiny and then dull and emulated otherwise. ulysses. young stephen lost me every time and it is in a world not unlike his in which i feel the need for life for living for the odd sophistication that would make me finally to wake up next to a lover. head full of cleaning fluids. the oven still leaks brown fluid from the clean. spray foam all over inside of oven, starting at the top, and close and leave until morning. wipe with warm water, repeat.

two women coming. no deadlines except one. hopkins wants a letter of intent from me. only 2 pages long but my how I have avoided it. masters in writing. masters in baiting. cleaning the sheets, keeping the wndows open for the air outside mirrors closer than not the fine breeze of dirk's summer. T-shirt weather, 4 Jan 1998. Stayed inside and mucked around.

writing to me is just as it said. the pressure of the journal's leaves and where to make another mark. pencils like to break off their leads and although my pelikan writes smooth on the cotton bond, the days of movement empty fountains into you pocket or all over the pages.

spilled ink and blotches, rubs and smears make a journal. and this little lcd screen looks up to me in its grayscale. begging me to return to pen and paper. wondering what I should do with my manual typewriter and would it be pretentious if I tried writing on it? Tried starting a novel in the most novel manner?

a surprising number of contemporary authors still use manual typewriters; a sizable number of writers still use their old reliable selectric II. And how is that direct response of paper and wrtten notes and white out? Is that more real and if proust and joyce and hemingway and fitzgerald could hobble along on their enameled portables.

just ordered the complete poems of hemingway. what an odd thing to buy. i have zero exp[ectations. and radiohead is speaking to me and saying that I should fade out again; and fade out again. the words fill the townhouse and i am so wanting the neighbors to call the police. it has been a boring day.