Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Typical

Yesterday I developed a touch of nerves when I realised all those I considered friends were leeches who wanted to suck me dry. Since renouncing luxury, I've been hopelessly alone and have, on several occasions, relapsed into pretending. On Saturday night I dressed in bright colours--like a paradisaical bird--and danced with a girl who, through the fog of drink and muffle of noise, resembled the love of my life. I asked her to call me The Elektro King; she did. We danced strangely till the world disappeared. When I woke, after a night of forgetting, I was surprised to stumble upon my soiled clothes arranged in a symbol--an admittedly sloppy Helm of Awe--upon my living room floor.


I had to use all my socks

As I made my own tea, I wondered if the man who created this symbol--that damned Elektro King--was pretending or possessed: this seemed to me the fundamental difference between idiot and artist. I thought about it for a moment and wondered in which camp I should place myself before growing enamored with my chocolate-coated biscuits and staring blankly out the window.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Elektro King sounds like your Steppenwolf. I too have renounced luxury. The other day I stayed at the Hotel Royal in Ouarzazate for only 47 dirhams per night. I felt dirty, but cleansed. Then, after a bout with laudanum, I felt only dirty.

Nigel Tewksbury said...

I only truly feel clean upon emerging from filth. Also, Hermann Hesse is a lightweight.

Anonymous said...

Yes, the Nobel Prize for literature is not much of an accolade I suppose. Cleary you are drunk and your good taste is only for whores and fancy hats. Cur!

kathy said...

Hello Nigel. Nice to read you again.

Ray Frensham said...

Welcome back, it is good to be reading you again.