american eyes

Oct 10, 2006 15:27

right.

so ross lent me this zine cum book that wes and charles from Some Girls put together, presumably on tour to obscure towns all over the US. Whilst Charles' opening line is painfully borrowed from a Chuck Palahniuk novel (which kind of ruined the whole for me from the outset) Wes's writing has a frightful clarity that had me totally absorbed for the best part of this mornings train ride.

the despairs, frustrations and embarrassments that inevitably come along with living on the road nine months of the year were made clear to me. The awkwardness of ex partners and lovers; the bizarre attentions of adolescent boys who quite clearly adore you to the point of speechlessness and the boredom of being cooped up with the same people day after day. Despite this Was writes with an air of hope; something along the lines of saying a big "fuck you" to normality. I like that.

that sort of thing appeals to me.

sometimes i get this longing to just run and keep running. some day it will make a great story. jackson and i would ponder the consequences of leaving behind everything; careering off into the sunset in favor of portland, seatlle, new york, wherever. but the point is being anybody you like. make up your own story. i still think about it sometimes. nothing like a bit of daydreamlike excitement to kill the monotony of another ultre lefty philosophy lecture on the nature of the feminine identity.

sometimes i wonder what the fuck i'm doing. i'm not so much sure whether I would rather be doing something else. or even whether i'm capable of it. the point is that i spent all weekend in a car with three people who create and for the first time this year i am motivated to do the same.

I got this tattoo about a month ago that says "this is your story" Chuck Palahnuik wrote this essay about the nature of writing. in his experience the greatest stories spring from human interaction and questioning the boundaries of that. I agree. he sums it up with this lamo (but none the less very appealing) spiel about how each of us write. we each have our own story.

this is mine.
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