Amorous
November 14th, 2005
I’ve got a backlog of forty books or so on my bedside floor – I can’t even remember what’s unread at this point. I just pluck one out of the pile as I finish previous ones. Minimally, I have the Car Book for lunchtime and the gym, the Nightstand Book before bed, and the Bathroom Book, for, well, the bathroom. As it happens, right now I’m reading Gravity’s Rainbow, The Elementary Particles, and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. If you’ve read these, you know that means that I’m getting a dose of two to three sex scenes per day.
Seeing as that’s the only sex I’m getting right now, that’s not good. My pores are oozing literary musk.
You’ll paint because you’re under contract to paint. Moreoever, you’ll paint better than you’ve ever painted before. Nothing like a little suffering to put some backbone into art. Has she got you smoking and drinking? Good! Creativity feeds on poisons. All great artists have been depraved.
– Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Okay, cliched, but maybe there’s an advantage.
Anyway, this is just a reminder to come out to the more super show tomorrow night. Support your local artists (including me), have some drinks, and bask in my impassioned gaze. Or something.
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