I have always loved being on vacation but always hated going on vacation, the days leading up to it, the getting there. Currently sitting in the waiting area of BWI, I board a flight to Detroit in an hour and a half, I hate this, the waiting, the boarding, the assholes who refuse to put their luggage into baggage arguing with flight attendants who tell them they can't put all their shit in the overheads, the coughers who won't wear masks - why would anyone anytime get on a tube of recycling air without wearing a mask even if these weren't plague times? - the taking off, the flying, the sitting next to a woman with a screaming infant, the landing, the assholes who stand up the minute the plane gets to the gate as if they'll get off the plane sooner for standing, I'm like this right now: That's half of two/thirds of the latest self-portrait, the torso, see the other half, the head, of the two/thirds here . I can't read in the airport, might as well type and give you the grid that's amassing. Should be in Chelsea by 2:15, should be on the Waterloo-Pinckney Trail with L by 2:30, will be having dinner with our daughter by 6:30, by which time I will love being on vacation. Not only was Glenn Branca born 78 years ago yesterday, his music is perfect for hating to go on vacation VIDEO
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VIDEO THE WALK HOME James Tate
I told the doctor I wouldn’t be seeing him again. “No, I guess
you won’t,” he said. I walked out the door feeling really good. Of
course I knew I was going to die, but still the day looked bright to
me. I walked down to the water. Ducks were circling around and about.
A sailboat sailed by. I walked along the shore. The sun beat down
on me. I felt as though I might live forever. I sat down on a bench
and watched the joggers pass. A pretty blonde walked by and I said,
“Hello.” She looked at me and said hello. A man with a greyhound
on a leash walked by. I got up and started to walk. A woodpecker
was pounding on a tree. An airplane flew over, leaving a thick trail of
smoke. I left the lake and walked on up the road. I crossed at the
streetlights and crossed the bridge. A car swerved to miss me. I
thought, that could have been it, the end right there, but I walked on,
bravely dodging the cars. When I got to the residential district, I
felt relieved. There were large elms and maples overhanging the street,
and people pushing baby carriages. Dogs ran loose everywhere. A man
stopped me and asked if I knew where 347 Walnut Street was. I said
I didn’t. He said, “Oh well, it didn’t matter anyway.” I said, “Why?”
He said it was a funeral notice. I walked on, bumping into a fat lady
with a load of groceries. I said I was sorry. She kept going, dropping
a load of grapefruit. Then, further on, there was a giant explosion across
the street. Police and firemen were there right away. It appears it
was a gas main beneath the shop. No one was there, luckily, but the
firetrucks had their hands full. I left before it was out. The shop
was pretty much destroyed. When I got home I was tired. I made
myself a cup of tea and sat down on the couch. I thought about calling
my mother, but she was in heaven. I called her anyway. “Mom, how are
you doing?” I said. “I’m bored. Don’t come here. There’s nothing to
do,” she said. “Aren’t there angels?” I said. “Yes, but they’re boring,”
she said. “But I was going to come see you,” I said. “Go to hell, it’s
more exciting,” she said. I had fallen asleep with my teacup in my
hand. When I awoke I realized I had thought it was a phone. My
mother would never be so sarcastic about heaven.
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