Good writing doesn't have much of an audience anymore but you're your own audience and you're the only audience that matters. Ask Werner Herzog. I took some friends to one of his movies. They fidgeted in their seats during the whole apparently long thing and still hate me for taking them.
I just read this and Erotics of the Open Road. Both were magnificent...especially the part about holding your grandmother's hand over the lava pit and her having the time of her life...and the black guy serving a little part of Africa from his coffee stand. This ain't Europe. And Werner Herzog's rules of the road. I'd give you money, but I don't know how. This modern world has me flummoxed. You asked once what to write about. You and Werner Herzog both have the answers to that multifaceted question. Carry bolt cutters everywhere. Thanks. G.
Full service alarm: the hokey-pokey fast-slow train back to Paris yesterday allowed me to revise the Erotics piece, especially towards the end. If anyone can bear a second go….
Kind words again, GJ. Magnificent is a word that belongs to Bach, and sometimes Charlie Parker. I’m away from this particular assignment so often I wonder why people pay and forget that I started it as a kind of aide de camp for getting more fiction written. More coming anyway. Hang loose. (PS. It was good to read that there are people who Really Cant Stand Herzog. It reminds me that there are many cinemas and many ways of looking at and being in life.)
I forget what Herzog movie it was...maybe one of the colors. I think I've written all the fiction I'm going to write. I only did it when I had to. Maybe I'll have to again someday but not today. G.
Good writing doesn't have much of an audience anymore but you're your own audience and you're the only audience that matters. Ask Werner Herzog. I took some friends to one of his movies. They fidgeted in their seats during the whole apparently long thing and still hate me for taking them.
I just read this and Erotics of the Open Road. Both were magnificent...especially the part about holding your grandmother's hand over the lava pit and her having the time of her life...and the black guy serving a little part of Africa from his coffee stand. This ain't Europe. And Werner Herzog's rules of the road. I'd give you money, but I don't know how. This modern world has me flummoxed. You asked once what to write about. You and Werner Herzog both have the answers to that multifaceted question. Carry bolt cutters everywhere. Thanks. G.
And money is no (ordinary) object. So… just… knock it off.
Full service alarm: the hokey-pokey fast-slow train back to Paris yesterday allowed me to revise the Erotics piece, especially towards the end. If anyone can bear a second go….
Kind words again, GJ. Magnificent is a word that belongs to Bach, and sometimes Charlie Parker. I’m away from this particular assignment so often I wonder why people pay and forget that I started it as a kind of aide de camp for getting more fiction written. More coming anyway. Hang loose. (PS. It was good to read that there are people who Really Cant Stand Herzog. It reminds me that there are many cinemas and many ways of looking at and being in life.)
I read it again. It's better but I don't know how. My brain works oddly. Here's some Bach:
https://vimeo.com/403015018
and some Charlie Parker:
https://vimeo.com/403033586
I forget what Herzog movie it was...maybe one of the colors. I think I've written all the fiction I'm going to write. I only did it when I had to. Maybe I'll have to again someday but not today. G.
And thanks.
You said it all, babe. On to next.