9/17

time
another boring night at work — another vacation finished
notes on “Wild at Heart”
like an Elvis movie by a sinister student of Fellini — all the things that are supposed to bother or frighten don’t — but the overall air of fear — of something wrong — what’s wrong with this film — the more I think about it the more I like it — the way tropes from horror movies are used — the way pieces from all different genres are used to make some sort of disturbing collage

how can I be so nothing
how can I be a non writer when I’ve written so many pages
what is wrong with my life — these notes
what disturbing whatever will they make

“Sure anything can be used for a book. But you’ve got it backwards. You don’t use everything for writing. You use it for doing nothing. So split, seagulls, split.”

the next page I read p278 A Change of Skin

skin creeps
skin changes

long firm legs and black high heels — a short black skirt and a red top — at a distance she looked dumpy with short blond hair but up close a cute face and a nice haircut and perfect legs
the heels look out of place
Bridge St
pace of high heels through pages of
across streets of
high heeled pumps are really not very good looking
but they do something for the figure at times — I like them at times

the same walk home — the same steps

now I have a studio — a new version of an old walk — Charlotte Bridge Clinton
(girls in ...) legs — steps — 2 flights up — steps
my gaze from 3rd floor dirty windows — dirty mind watching — pumps
the motion of legs — there are no curtains or blinds on these windows