YU News Service
Balder’s a baby,
Owen’s kicked off
the Gillis Brothers,
you are drinking,
you are retired, and
living in Parker,
and who is Razz
Heap, if he’s his own paparazzo,
how come he can’t
get his pictures on the Internet?
I don’t know. I used to know, but I forgot. Willem de Kooning
had Alzheimer’s,
President Bush had pre-senile dementia (PSD).
I posted columns at,
I called myself the Miami Bureau Chief
of YU News Service,
a parody news and disinformation
syndicate. Yossarian Universal.
I had a Press
card. I composed directly into
the Linotype
machine. I wrote in real time.
I didn’t need a
publisher. I was one.
Why would I need one
now?
I am one. If I don’t need
a publisher, what do
I
need an agent for?
Let her
find me.
Nobody’s going to
want a 20-volume book.
A graphic novel
without pictures. A memoir
that is
anhistorical. Asynchronous.
That bears a
problematical relationship
to time. That’s written in the ethnographic present.
The salvage archeologist
of the Mall Builder culture.