5:11
PM 7-7-00 F
6:09
PM I rode my bike to LACMA. Elmer said he’d meet me here, but I don’t see him.
While I was riding here, I thought all kids of hateful things I might say to
Shirelle if I were to see her here. She lives around here. I locked up my bike
and headed up the stairs to the courtyard. I got a Heineken and stood in back
of the action, looking for a place to write. An artist I had seen sketching
with pastels the last time I was here was sitting at the same table, sketching
again. An old man at his table got up and left. I approached. “May I sit here?”
He said, “Sure.” Now we’re all up to speed. He scans the crowd, looking for
images to draw. I do the same looking for something to write. [quick sketch in
pencil of artist’s face wearing square-rimmed glasses] I see a lot of eyes and
hair. The guy’s drawings are simple geometric impressions of people. The
bassist tonight [quick sketch in pencil of bald but for clown-like curls on the
side ala Larry Fine with Dali type mustache just short of handlebars, head and
neck of bass] is a bit more avante garde then the soulful guy whose name I
forget from last time. [roundhead, wide nose, furrowed brow, sad eyes, slight
smile] Maybe I’ll go to Malone’s from here. Or ride the bus to the Beverly
Club. I should read some more and then do a third person page. I read some
Black Spring this morning, about Miller’s father’s tailoring. I moved Jim to
page one hundred and twenty-two. I took the Alero to get the oil changed. I
read the paper. Typed fifteen minutes about all the little hassles going to the
doctor entailed. I lifted weights and read chapter five of Trouble is My
Business. Took a shower. I put on dress slacks. I see lots of fathers with tots
strapped to their backs. I’m out of cigarette papers. I don’t think they sold
me a full pack. I don’t remember where I got them. I thought of what a nice oreo
me and the Williams sisters would make. I’m starting to see nipples with all
the eyes and hair. Out of nowhere I think: Vegas is a dead-end for married men.
I can smell that oreo. I heated some meat and mashed potatoes and ate it with a
salad before coming here. The Braves were beating the Red Sox five to nothing.
Every femme in the joint’s got nipple erections. I wonder to whom all other
than me their erections are transmitting. Crass. You can tell I’m reading Miller.
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