YouBetterNotCryBySPOILEDAugustenBurroughs

 

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Little book of 206 pages, small pages, a page turner

really, and the flashing santa on the cover, might

need a plain brown wrapper, reading it on the subway,

might get you noticed, not by  the drunken carrolers

but by the pervs. It's trashy, it's pop culture, but

seeing black and white movies, Street Car Named Desire,

by Tennessee someone, think it was set in SF,

but anyway, a diversion from the real full

catastrophe called the holidays...

 

 

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Subtitled "Stories for Christmas", might better be edited,

"ADULT Stories of Christmas Past, Present, and What The F***

Future."

 

It doesn't really need to be in a black plastic bag,

maybe more brown paper bag.

 

I've not read many books this year, the previous

was TooSoonToSayGoodbyeByArtBuchwald

which others have been to the same famous DC Hospice,

I'm guessing some where near The Green Door, which is

slated to close, for some reason, maybe budget cuts,

check StreetSense out from your local vendor or online

at StreetSense.org, for the backdrop on that story...

 

The interactions with his brother, John, an Asperger's,

rather famous one too, "Look Me In The Eye", or

very similar name, I've met Roberson (again with the names,

it's close, and you get to puzzle it out...)

at AFI /(yes, that AFI NIHOSEandAFIResponse

after the showing like

ExtraordinaryMeasuresScienceInCinemaAndAFIAccommodating

but more likely BenX BenXIsAVSA

or rather an Aspie film,

but we had a shooter across the street shortly after

I'd written that up, the Discovery Channel thing,

lovely neighbors, and manhunt...  I've been stopped

or "helped" not for anything but my usual bagginess,

though not a search, until in fear, I mentioned it,

just trying to get back safely, clumbsy from the lack

of sleep, long miles, and schedule hell...

 

And, if you act today!  Well maybe, an hour ago,

St. Elizabeth's is looking for some people to 

visit the patients. See StElizabethsSummerConcertSeries

for a warmer group version, and Google is your friend

for contact info, I'm sure they have done a press release

about it, though not read it personally...

 

My holidays are dark, TheseHallowedHalls

PatrickAsSaint Thankful

Judgemental Pop

AmericaforSaleCheap

GreedCorrupts

Wit

HighwayMessVolume2Issue1

 

ICameISawICriticized

PointInTimeSurveyProcessIssues2010

HappyTurkeyDay2009

UpInTheAirAndPreciousSPOILER2009

BahHumbugAndAllThat2009

TisTheSeason

 

ChillingEffects

VirginBirthAndOtherFictions

OneLaptopPerChildoplcorg

TooLittleTooLateOrTheWrongThingEntirely

generally the holidays are ScheduleAndOtherAbuse

and DeadPoetsSociety

lead to significant reductions in my readership,

but CreativityAsTherapyFeedbackAKAHateMail

ArtWork

have more socially redeeming qualities

turn coal into grist for the mill, so to speak...

 

Now that I've done some link soup,

slightly akin to Word Salad, but more technological,

made my list, skipped checking it twice,

been naughty and nice, I'm hearing the sounds

of people on the roof, maybe it's gangs getting a

flop house?, but the winds are definitely howling,

the night frightful, hypothermia abounds,

and that's even with those who have homes,

I'd like to give mine up, at least one,

as I can't keep two, but I can't finish until

I know it's going to work, so dear gentle

and Fraud and Abuse Hotline calling readers,

IT"S PENDING.  IN PROCESS, I'm SICK, really,

dizzy on and off, like George in the story,

but he's AIDS, got it from his lover,

and You Better Not Cry is more like ElectroBoy

meets Nineteen Eighty Four,

George Orwell, pen name of Blair, IIRC.

written while Tuberculoid, or one of those,

sick and twisted, but socially conscious

as they even meet the bums,

"Despite evidence to the contrary, I hated drinking

to the point that I misplaced really big slabs of time." p.114

 

"Semiotics, Chapstick.  We were discussing my former life as a semiotics

major at Brown." p.112 for the highbrow experience of waking

up with the bums

 

And "just then, a tall and elegant black woman approached."

p.115, Shirley, seems a little like a 12th Step call

or sponsor, she's enlightening in all the good ways,

perhaps like an old neighbor I had, a record for my

teenage birthday present, sometimes makes me seem less

like a yahoo / redneck to some.  Chuck Brown, Grandfather

of Go Go, it's not, opera, talent, beyond words,

and my interest in music, but that muse that keeps

one living.

 

Clearly 'Burr, is getting and giving help,

even taught me how to spell "Tah-dah!" on p 149.

He likens therapists, or similar to poodles,

they can't all be good, or similar, wish I could find

the exact page and quote....

 

So stuff a sock in it, shake it down to the local

Village, East Village, or cab it in Manhattan,

with the dog face in the open window,

he likes the lit trees down the by the park,

he twists words, smiths them into a lovely

souffle and serves them cold, revenge for some,

family, he is merciless, but somehow he doesn't go

back, looking back too far, is like being in your head,

enemy territory, as the slogan goes...

 

His other books may not be as topical for me,

Dry, I'll probably read at some point.  "A Wolf At The Table:

A Memoir Of My Father" may take some time before

I can approach, similar to my own, his father a professor,

one quirk of asking for a pony and being plied with realistic gifts,

the girls pen, his father almost bought by mistake, and getting

his stomach pumped for eating a lifesize Santa Claus face???,

is this fiction or non fiction??

confusing Jesus and Santa, was both disorienting and sick,

we wondered what is wrong with this child?

Is his John and Asperger's?  Taken literally,  like parsing

the holiday songs later on in his 20s or 30's,

he doesn't know how to live life on life's terms

(tm somewhere, on sale at your local recovery shop, I'm sure...)

 

Why People Write or whatever the title by George Orwell,

lists ego centric writers, who write for fame, and selfish

reasons,  aesthetic writers who write to create beauty,

those that write to correct history, and share it with the

world, and others, which like journalists, probably

get it beat out of them in journalism school,

like deadlines, finals and thesis work,

until perhaps like Blair of the UMD fame,

they make it up as they go along, but I'm not

reporting here, just drivel for those that have nothing

better to read, (like the Indigo Girl's song,

the philosophy prof who never saw a B movie???)

and want to make it through just another day, another 24 hours.

One Day At A Time.  Chinese, Jewish and something are open

this time of year, and God help you, if you are down,

Grinch, he calls it, and suck the life out of other people's fun. 

Just stay home or somewhere, and read a book,

I tried reading this one, had some problems relating to the

alternative lifestyle, drinking has it's drunkalogues,

twenty somethings might relate to, but when you get much beyond that,

and live that life, you are lucky to make it to ripe old age, 47, or so,

keeping up that stuff, and eventually perhaps

become the French Santa in a hotel room,

even a nice hotel, sad, lonely and a bit lecherous,

John Houseman he's not, "Here's 10 cents, go call

your mother, tell her you are not going to become

a lawyer" (ref. Paper Chase, the movie or series)

and hope that Congress and the rest can wrap

the packages up tight, so we have a warm, healthy

and Peace On Earth, good will towards Men,

Women and Children and to all a good night.

 

 

 

 

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