Crazy Fucking Brilliant Insanity
4/13/2005
Last week, as I was screaming 'pinko commie fascist pig' or some such nonsense into the microphone, a cop walks by in full uniform with a cup of coffee in his hand. I was completely oblivious to this fact and kept on with my angry tirade.
It was a classic moment for me, regardless of how insignificant it probably seemed on the outside. And now I love free speech all the more.
Tonight, total fucking insanity. My poetry recital was shite. I was nervous, over-coffeed, and my wife wasn't there. So I did rather badly I think. But there was some talent going on, and "Macroi" is a brilliant songwriter/guitarist that I highly encourage everyone to hear.
The madness started AFTER the mic was closed. I stepped outside to leave, but there were a couple of interesting fellows at a table. One I recognized as a poet, and the other I didn't recognize. The poet fellow was very drunk on expensive Australian wine, and they were discussing a rudimentary grasp of metaphysics. I got dragged into the conversation and dropped a few names, namely Ernest Holmes, Ralph Waldo Emerson and a few other New Thought/metaphysical writers and thinkers.
Things escalated. The stranger in the trio made a confession that his day job involved being a call center attendent for televangelists. He's the guy that helps rake in the money and give prayers out. And he was really struggling with the morality of his work. Obvious the guy was starting to see through the veil that separates the religious from the truly inspired, and it took a drunken poet and a raving coffee-addled madman to hold his attention long enough to realize how on the path he really is.
It was sheer insanity bliss. I can't begin to describe the synchronicity of the moment. I wouldn't be surprised if this meeting of the minds was a seed for the sprouting of a new kind of reactionary awareness in the world. It all starts somewhere, usually with two or three crazy fuckers in a coffeeshop, or whatever. I'm being romantic, of course, but this was like Neal Cassidy, Kerouac and Ginsberg all rapping and being crazy and smoking and passing the wine (no, I didn't have any, for the record) and screaming at moloch all around us and discussing philosophy and metaphysics and architecture and dropping concrete benches on our silly big feet and me almost but not quite taking up a Nat Sherman and puffing it down like I hadn't ever stopped smoking.
But agendas have to rear their ugly head. The threat of not getting enough sleep prompted me to grab my keys, say my farewells and head home. On the way I was supposed to make a bill payment at a late-night 'payment facility,' but they falsely advertised their hours and now I'm stuck wondering if I will have running water tomorrow. The bastards. But I don't expect anything but complete incompetence from the Tulsa Utilities people. They have got to be the absolute bottom of the barrel in customer service and support. Of course, they own the fucking water, so what can you do but bitch and moan on some pointless journal that nobody in their right mind is going to waste their time on, anyhow?
One of the highlights of the evening was Pauly Hart. He's a lot of fun and isn't terribly dramatic like so many others. He's a christian in the christ sense of the word. He read a wonderful rant about the ills of faux christians and the Tulsa religious community; it was beautiful. Unfortunately, like so much artistic expression there, it was half-heard by the teenagers who couldn't shut up for five minutes. That's just got to change. I figure if enough truly creative and passionate people are drawn to the place, the example will be set.
I wasn't even going to go 2nite. What the hell. I have to go next week, because I said I would. We'll see.
posted by novachild @ Wednesday, April 13, 2005,
2 Comments:
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At 9:58 AM,
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wow! thank you! i looked myself up on google and voila', there i was on your newsletter article! i'm gonna put it on my website...
-pauly
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At 10:22 AM,
novachild said...
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It's only a matter of time before EVERYBODY googles themself.
:)
You're also on my blogroll if you haven't noticed. So maybe you'll get a few more visitors that way?
