to the death of a clown

I live for the sudden calls "Do you see this fog???" that remind me that I'm not the only one seeing the world and I am feeling, not thinking but feeling, that life post-election is very much as William Gibson writes it. This may be the loosest of cities but it's a city nonetheless & I'm glad I'm in it. Where the carnival, the marketplace, the fires & vines & hearts collide. Maybe this Mardi Gras I'll do the Krewe of Dreux, Andy wants to. Ah, Andy, ah continuing to talk and sing.
So I'm thinking of how quiet this journal's become, how quiet I've become w/others. I'm seeing it in alot of public interaction. I suspect many of us feel bombed after Bush "won". I suspect there's a general malaise of holding the breath, what with all the loss & grief e'one's experiencing on so many levels. But we have to inhale, we have to breathe. Reconfigure. Reassess. Re/member. Anyhow - I'd kill for a bowl of pho laced with cock-sauce just now. I said cock-sauce. Happy Birthday my Jenny! You gotta know how much you give to me - my big wonder, my genius firecracker, sister, muscle, queen.

Comments

[DETROIT SHIT]

"RE-ASSES"!!! Hellza yeahza.

[jilly]

i am sooooo glad that cock sauce is a known item. i love it, it is so spicy and tingly!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JB......
both you and eliza are inspirations

[Erin]

hello from Utah! Your journal is warming me up from the snow. I love me some cock sauce - I first learned about it in New Orleans, in the kitchen of 9 Muses... I know buy it faithfully at the Vietnamese market...