While films have The Bechdel test, my works have to comply with The Brecht test, which starts with an absurd idea, yada yada yada, and I’m here today showing you my work.
Every Sunday I have coffee with Balzac. It takes us all day.
You never realize how good you have it until you are in excruciating pain.
A viral phenomenon of writing novels. A novel approach to viruses.
Women, ohh women, chronic pain, chronic painting, the male gays, the 12 steps, swastikas, portraiture, car accidents, Nochlin, Schnabel (does he even come up in conversation anymore? All jokes aside, Diving Bell was a fantastic film), and David Salle’s confidence. Could I ever be such an authority figure? Nope. Then there is Hitler’s moustache, hearts, tits, breasts, shits, butts, stretch marks, curly hair, my jew nose, color, vibrant color, Cyclopes, and therapy— years and years of intensive therapy. Jews use the term ‘movement’ in two very different ways. One is a school of thought and the other is a bodily movement. At the end of the day, both mean shit.