Diary

Saturday, March 5 (cont'd)

Side Trips

Some day, Brew would like to drive from Key West to the Yucatan,
like Frederick Turner did, in A Border of Blue, or at least drive around the state,
in a 1964 Oldsmobile Dynamic 88 Alex Shoumatoff paid $200 for, and sold
to a tow-truck operator for a Coke when she gave out on the interstate.
Write a book about his trip called Florida Ramble, after Hazel and
the Delta Ramblers, a bluegrass and old-time country music band.
Maybe a side trip to New Orleans to eat oysters at Felix's on Iberville Street.
Would you settle for a side trip to Wakulla Springs for Creaturefest?
A seafood platter at Julia Mae's in Carrabelle? Maybe visit
the Worm Gruntin' Festival in Sopchoppy, Possum Day in Wausau?
The booksALIVE 2005! celebration at Gulf Coast Community College?
And the Oscar goes to.... Charlie Kaufman, for original screenplay.
I liked Adaptation, but I couldn't stand Being John Malkovich,
and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind left me dissatisfied.
Maybe I identified with Brenda slogging around in Big Cypress Swamp,
or me on the boardwalk at Fackahatchee Strand, seeing the bee-tree.
Albino Grizzly. Chris Cooper, character actor, and Meryl Streep, movie star.
So you want to be a writer. Then go home and write. What are you doing at
a small press conference with the 10,000 sneering college writing instructors
who killed Jack Kerouac? Take out, or don't put in, the longing and regret.
Nobody wants to hear about your unpublished play.

If I Died Right Here

If I died right here, you could just put THE END
at the last page of the manuscript, where it dribbles off,
or if I live, I could put my trip to Tallahassee in the next book,
which will take up where this one ends. There is an overall design,
but the actual shape of the book is contingent and variable, depending on
the vagaries of fate, chance, stochastic processes we don't control,
the price of tea in China. It's really the 3rd of March, and I wrote
DRAGGING UP in 17 days. Bukowski got an allowance to write
Post Office. I gave myself a grant to resurrect myself.
Writing was just the instrument.


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