My Crazy Life

Luck..or the Lack of it

Sunday here it is .. properly after a short sleep.. a sleep that was infused with reality and fragments of the past: hallucinations …a soul that ventures into the unknown or the suppressed known.. who knows.

The sun invading the room through the blinds.. forcing me to shake the cobwebs of the night from the brain…the water splashing on my face,a natural wake up call .. what shall I do today?? It is Sunday.. The sabbath.. shall I roam the streets like an ancient mariner .. or peak into empty stores..

Breakfast…just a cup of strong Irish Breakfast with some toast.

Clothes.. anything from the semi- clean heap on the floor.. not the corner one

The newspaper stuck in the mail slot.. death scattered across the page..famine..fires..and floods. The usual Hollywood gossip in the A&E section, no more mention of books, music or decent movies. A horoscope column with a picture of some Hollywood star who turns 12 today…
My horoscope for this Sunday; one of the 365 different ‘tips’ they have

mind is on bigger issues and long-range plans. You are optimistic and enthusiastic about your ideas, but disinclined to read the fine print or study all the facts, which can result in an error in judgment. Try not to be lax about important details. Don’t help any stranger today, even if you feel like a good Samaritan.

No mention of love, sex or money.. where is the fun or the cliche of it all?? *an inner sad face*

“Old age isn’t a battle: old age is a massacre.”

— Philip Roth -Everyone

“Do you know what the best part of that swim was?”
“No.”
“Knowing that you were on the shore waiting for me.”

— Andrew Davidson -The Gargoyle

The Present

Here in the industrial world the ocean is grey.. the tap water is chlorinated… food is microwaved…love is cyber…sex is cyber too..and stalkers are never men who stalk you in the middle of the night and follow you in the dark streets under a moonless night, but a bitter friend who knows your life through social media…

“There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.”

— Virginia Woolf , The Waves

“And how did my father take all this? He drank- of course, not whiskey like a goy, but mineral oil and milk of magnesia; and chewed on Ex-Lax; and ate All-Bran morning and night; and downed mixed dried fruits by the pound bag. He suffered- did he suffer! - from constipation.”

— Philip Roth - Portnoy’s Complaint

“Eight thousand days. Rain, wind, sleet, snow, sun; it did not matter to the Widow Wennington. Eight thousand hours. Never once did she desert her lonely command post at the edge of the world, where the earth fell into the sea.”

— Andrew Davidson - The Gargoyle

“The printing presses of the state treasuries cranked out reams of paper currency- showing wise kinds and blissful martyrs- while bankers wept and peasants starved.”

— Alan Furst - Night Soldiers

“A single book required the skins of several hundred animals. How could a girl not be fascinated by that?”

— Andrew Davidson- The Gargoyle

20 Facts That Will Make You Feel Old

Anne Rice hasn’t released a Vampire Chronicles novel in almost a decade. R.L. Stine finished the last volume of the original Goosebumps series 15 years ago. The last book in The Babysitters Club series came out 12 years ago and the movie came out 17 years ago.