Sunday the 8th A near perfect June gem day morning … just missed the mark - which makes the high mark as far as past week. I had a great dream that I can’t recall and made too weak coffee. life. Just when you think … Last night Asa took off from something I said about why do great old OG comics like Steve and Martin do cheesey work in their olden days years and he told me of a time when he worked with Short and told him he was the funniest guy on Broadway and he said I’m the second -Brooks Ashmanskas. Asa knows him and said that once he was in an all Black - except for himself - musical . And he’s big and round like Cam on Modern Family - and he’s late for a rehearsal and opens the doors in back of the theater - and says to all the actors on the stage … sorry , and then spreads his arms high and wide and says - I couldn’t get a cab.
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Saturday 6/7 A drizzle in and out back and forth most of the day. The beach is bleached out white and the waves crash more far out than usual and white white like an overexposed photo. Did wrong things with my collage which I will fix tomorrow. Was gonna go to the mr. fire island bear contest but fell asleep while reading Women in Love ... There was a pause, a strange enmity between the two men that was very near to love. It was always the same between them; always their talk brought them into a deadly nearness of contact, a strange, perilous intimacy which was either hate of love, or both. They parted with apparent unconcern as if their going apart was a trivial occurrence and they really kept it to the level of trivial occurrence yet. The heart of each burned from the other. they burned with each other, inwardly. This they would never admit. They intended to keep their friendship a casual free-and-easy friendship, they were not going to be so unmanly and ...
Friday 6/6 Nice weather, day - average, not a gem, but not a bust either. Got good news back about the money thing and ran and told a happy woman and her happy pooch that if I had a tail I’d wag back and she said tails are a wonderful thing. worked with Gina on some art and so far mostly ho hum results but there’s possibility afoot and I hope to step into it more in a day or three. What else. Aaron Copland now all loud and brash and worth hanging in with … kinda Cecil b Demille-ish young me Saturday movie matinee at the Fantasy. And so it goes in the Grove this Thursday in this year of shaky things. Regina told me last night when I was razzing her about making a waiters life more miserable that it had to be that - even though your a gay man you have all the same obnoxious traits as a hetero . I’m so proud. She also said to me ... what's with you wearing all these forty year old clothes - consistently . Love it. Good ...
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Tuesday the 3rd 9:30AM ... afternoon I wondered if I’ll run into The Sad Man Whose Little Dog Hates the Beach … and right now I see them climbing up the stairs from the beach - at least I think its them … and I wonder if things have made a turn for the good/better … or if pooch was held in dad’s arms until they got approached the walkway. It’s so hard these days to confirm the truth. The breaking waves compete with a plane motor somewhere I don’t see. The green all around hardly sways this morning. It’s the first time I feel deep sun. It’s been a long while since I felt the buzz of a new face. I stopped by Bill Summer Realty and we talked about town news gossip this and that and sales, who might tear down a hippie home right on the waves … and a guy comes in and asks if he is interrupting us and I say I was just about to close on buying a 3 mil place and now that I think about … maybe I should think about it some … and he says beneath his laughing ey...
The wind finally gave us a break. Can be outside now and not swept away. A good, long, replenishing sleep and a noon call ahead with lawyer Peter. A call with Paul and an Amanda update and it feels good to check in a little more with peeps I owe a check in. Am reading Women in Love again - a half century on - want to lock into it more. Time will tell. Will run again today and what else I know not but will in time. My head feels healthy and empty right this moment. John and his friend Rachel Green came over for a drink. She’s a violinist and a comedian and we talked about knowing the difference between good and bad silence with an audience - how you can feel it but it’s hard to describe how you do - and Laurie Anderson, people in the Grove. Listening to Appalachian Spring and feeling the cold creep into the house. Sun going down. A good day - how they all should be. Light, easy, rich.
and i am back here as the sun decends and I have some vod and juice and am listening to joni and james and paul and ray and van and elton and rickie lee and reminds me of summers past and hopefully summers ahead who knows ... alone in the house on my dance floor and i pretend/imagine and am a lucky lucky man as I grab a door knob and dance again with my dancing fool dame carole and feeling fine that we're young and have nothing much and its all we need and want. its so hard not to feel cheesey grateful and as I've often and already said ... lucky ... with more and more people slipping over at a faster pace and still its not my turn so far yet.
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... the 6th summer in the Perry house - the gem I found thats prone to June gem days - we shall see about that as of tomorrow. you can sink you eyes and nose into this air and spread it on a scone. What is ahead? That always stays the question as days unfold and accumulate like old newspapers stacked in a closet. I felt like Jessie earlier today, sharing my play reading fuck up story with Brian. He laughed his head off. Jessie. Even her name, the word, makes me both happy and sad - wanting. Too much to take in and understand this life with so many gone. I think of Patti’s great line “oh to be not anyone gone.” Barbara writes that Denise Hedderman died. She knows I would know/recall her - maybe even more than some because I am G and she is H and thats how it went in Catholic grammar school seating back in the day, every September, like clockwork. She was quiet and pretty.