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Juvenalia
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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More boxes of notes, pictures, ideas, writing, ephemera, souvenirs. Juvenalia. I read, and unlike other batches I'm not so surprised at occasional insight or brilliance, it's all garbage. Rip-it-up, rip-it-up.
I am surprised by the newspaper clippings. Interesting, yellowed, fading, from before the internet, when the entire media wasn't controlled by 1 or 2 giant outlets, and I'm pleased by the remembrance of newspapers worth reading. These I can pass on.
Time now to start in on the books...
The last 3 days, they've been a tear, I've been going through everything, sorting, piling, counting, inventorying, taking - to the e-cycle (e waste, old computers, cell-phones), to the thrift shop, to the garbage, to buyers from Kijiji...
Now to the books. The first pass, 80% gone - there's something sacred about books - this, this, it's a castration of sorts, but not, they are eaten, somewhere inside me now, and even if I can't remember they're there. I make a list, take pictures of the teetering stacks that are going, there will be a few trips I'm sure. The first pass, 80% of the books go, I could let them all go, 1 pass, just let them go, but - I need a map of where I've been. And maybe I'll need to stop here again.
I take them to "Fair's Fair" - the only used bookstore in town, a couple dozen boxes, the only used bookstore in a city of a million people. What does that say? My God...
And they don't do cash for books on weekdays, only weekends, and so they'll all hang in the car until Friday. Meanwhile I review the authors, make lists to ensure I don't pass this way again, I've read them all, I don't need credit on books, I've in my possession a hundred, easily, yet to read, and Calgary, well, it's not such a literate town, I've searched here time and again, they've nothing I need, nothing I haven't read...
3 days of busy, today - less productive, my regimes, early in the morning - meditation, etc: I've lapsed, but I'm far enough along that I repent it. The car is filled with books, I can't get to the locker, not properly, not fill the car, but - now - it's just the living room, half of which is a mess, and I've only a month to go - if I can make it - before my life is under control. 2 months and I'll be a Zen God. So hold my breath, rip-it-up, empty the trash, everything will be fine.
The Music of Burning Man
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Music
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Still on the bucket list. But I can listen to the tunes...
Link: https://music.bm/
3 Lurid Novels
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: For Sale
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Lurid! Descriptive! And a damned sight better written than "50 Shades of Gray". But - sadly, the scenes are at best - well, lightly described and our poor protagonist could use some instruction in certain matters...
That said, this is the perfect book to whip out at your local cafe or while you're on the Bus to work. The cover just keeps on giving...
Yeah, haven't read this one. But again a great cover for reading in a coffeehouse...on the bus to work...in the unemployment line...in jail...
I actually know a lot of theatre people and I gotta say it's probably not at all fictional. In fact, I'll bet it doesn't even begin to cover some of the weird sh*t they get up to...I've read a couple of these, they're better written than "50 Shades...", but a lot less explicit, you're more or less just assured that everyone just grunted and had a good time.
Old Notes, Projects, Sketches,...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Rip it up, rip it up. But I take a moment to peruse - not read - everything, and - a lot of it, most of it, appalling, but - remarkably, not all, and in the drawing arena I'm surprised to find a few sketches that aren't so bad. By which I don't mean good, just not the worst, I scan through, remember old ideas - briefly, we're breaking the logjam, there are fewer days ahead than behind, rip-it-up, rip-it-up,...
Overwhelming, because it's all my shit, if it was somebody elses, anybody elses, I could breeze through here in a day, for everyone it's the same, dealing with their own shit takes forever, dealing with somebody elses is easy.
I find some old notebooks of "wants and needs", diaries of my material ambitions, and surprising how many I realized, given my hunger, a lot of the shit I wanted 20, 25 years ago I now have, and laughable given that I'm in the process of getting rid of it all...
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