Thursday, September 29, 2011

Sigh

Tonight there is a rusted dimly glowing perfect amber sliver of a moon

Tomorrow there will be no moon at all

A new moon

Tomorrow I will sing my heart out

Tonight I will relax... let myself feel inspired, and sleep, for 10 hours.  Before 2 am. 

We're on at 8.  Be there.  Or pray for me.

what was i thinking when i nearly ran that girl down

what WAS she thinking

my car is totaled

girl totaled, totally rammed into me

went to rehearsal

and now i'm looking at my car and i'm so sad.  i feel so bad for my car.  this totally sucked.  it's like everytime i think about................ i can't get a break.

whyd you put this curse on me o universe?

O but that's silly thinking, and out of character for me.

I know you are no giver of curses, not anymore, and not to me, you've been a giver of blessings... often in disguise... and another, and another, and another disguise on top.......

But this may well be a blessing in disguise.  I love Betty Blue aka The Blue Smear, and I will certainly be mourning him.  But, best possible case scenario-- the girl admits fault, I get some cash, I get a new Betty Blue and I'll better care for her this time.  She was coming apart- I loved her, I resented her, she cost me so much money in parking tickets... this time no.

I know you know.  I mean, I know you NOW.  I know how you operate.

All blessings, in disguise, shouted out to the universe, in times of despair. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

i could write for starbucks--

heres to shorter days and longer nights
and not minding one bit
heres to better filling the room, playing a show in redondo beach

heres to everything that might as well have been lost in the mail, right?

heres to the fall at least
shorter days

Love,
CvD

Friday, September 23, 2011

shaking a cup

my cat just scratched the shit out of me 

I'm so SICK of shaking a FUCKING CUP at you all
you know some people actually just like my music?  some people just enjoy it?
you FUCKERS
seriously
dont give a shit
none of you
and thats a-ok
DONT GIVE A SHIT
just dont, dont fucking, EXPECT
that showing up to a show
indebts me to you
for some favor
that i will somehow fucking OWE YOU

thats how i fucking feel
motherfuckers

i want to beat someone to death right now
what kind of time do you motherfuckers think i have
a drink??? you think i want to go out for a fucking drink with you??? youre going to ask me every day??? i dont want to go out for a fucking drink, or dinner, or to some party or to be your date at some CAA fucking stupid event you fucking idiot why the fuck would i want to do that and why cant you just leave me the fuck alone you ABJECT FUCKING STRANGER

the answer is FOREVER NO.  NO.  NO.  NEVER.  NEVER.  SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO YOUR JOB.  you think that like i owe you a fucking date if you come to a show?  NEXT TIME I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE IF I EVER SEE ANY OF YOU MONSTERS IN PERSON

leave me the fuck alone
i feel like i want to die
dont you know im involved with someone, and with a lot, how deaf are you to everything i say, i feel
i feel nauseous
and angry
my cat just scratched me
ITS SIX IN THE FUCKING MORNING

i want to throw up

i HATE you
you downstairs-living deluded fucking motherfuckers
you facebook using

i feel so nauseous
i want to tear out my hair
i want to die
i dont want to go ANYWHERE
i dont want to have to wake up
at ANY TIME
leave me the FUCK ALONE ALL YOU RULES AND REGULATIONS
all you NICETIES AND BANAL BULLSHIT
all you RETARDED NAMES AND STUPID PHOTOS
all you fucking SCHIZOS
all you fucking WANNABES
fuck the FUCK OFF, MEN

my cat just scratched the SHIT OUT OF ME
its six in the FUCKING MORNING
AGAIN
i feel like i will never die

And you, YOU BITCH, you will never, ever, get your head out of your own ass.  never.  never ever ever there for me.  i dont even care anymore.  im done with it. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

HEY

how are you?
thats what i really want to know. 
enough about me.  really.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

j'ai mal aux dents

et personne que tu ne comprends pas

Mne bolna, mne bolna, i nado shto bi
rasskazhi

sometimes I'm sadder than you'll ever know

sometimes I'm as sad as only you'll ever know

ever been in a hotel room for 2 weeks

just sobbing into the pillows in front of bad tv
rootless as i am
theres still a bit of nerve left there
and when it gets infect
it hurts like burning



Monday, September 19, 2011

What causes scarring?

Masha was real mad at me for being gone so long (she's not anymore, she's thrilled now that I cleaned the house and have been home a solid 9 days), so she really got my ass and theres a huge cut running down my calf, and its a little pink around the edges.  Ever since Anya cut her nails theyre not like razor blades anymore, but its looking pretty bad.  I hope it doesnt scar.

I woke up the other morning to a dream about you; we went to your house with your friend... it was a new house, it was overcast and sort of empty and gray but I think there was a grand piano there, covered with a blue scarf, and but the light was beautiful and it was right on the water... this balcony was facing the water and these huge glass doors, and when I was about to walk out I saw nothing but water, but it didn't look like the Pacific because there were sort of gray rocky cliffs, and there were people in the ocean, with kids splashing around and some sunlight broke through clouds on to them, and I stepped onto the balcony and it was so narrow, barely enough to stand on, dark blue gray painted wood, and I looked down and it was literally on the water, like that house in Malibu but even more, like those houses in New Orleans, there was no ground beneath it just water, and it looked so beautiful and when I turned around your older brother was standing there and he was smiling and sort of like, isn't this a beautiful place?

But he looked like, he didn't look like your brother, he looked like, Algerian or something, with gray hair, kind of like Anthony Bourdain, dressed in black and very very tan, and he was very friendly as he walked me through the house and showed me out the door...

And it really was a beautiful house, and you weren't there.

And I woke up and it was overcast and cool and gray for the first time in months.  And maybe that's why I had the dream at all.  But I felt like water.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Reaping the bennefitz

Ahhhhhhhhh....

Since I came back from Seattle, actually, I've been feeling pretty good.  And after this quiet day of cleaning and contemplation.  I feel pretty great.  Masha's just thrilled with the cleaning.  To her it's like, an indication of caring, caring for her, caring for the house.... When a mother lets their house just go to shit, you know.. kids feel neglected.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Helen

all day i just wanted to feel, let myself feel
now i want to be deaf dumb and blind

i just ran with the wind and it was beautiful but-- my headphones cracked up around 25 minutes in and then totally stopped working so i turned around and ran back without music... it was nice still... but not like, with the pathos, the pathos of the voices and the players

i am such an insignificant little light
and so are you

i want to be deaf dumb and blind at the end of the night

Spark

There, it's finally done, and it took all day.  So many thoughts ran through my veins in the yellow light.  Now my sparkling floors and my sparkling hair and the empty spaces and the parallel lines, now they can mean nothing much at all.

I cut my hand and I got rid of that goddamn TV, enormous, broke, old and useless and unwieldy like everything he handed me down.  Yeah Michael.  Donor of the bed so misshapen and used up it crippled me for about a year and half.  I lugged it out and put it at the end of the hall, that hideous old table with it, and there it sits, and it looks exactly like an album cover........ I don't remember which...... Eels maybe...... A TV on a table at the end of a hall.  Center frame.  Kind of creepy.

I just want to read a book while NOT being in motion, en route somewhere.  I just want to daydream.  What can you daydream when everything you wanted is real.  What a strange loss, that is.

I am alone and you are alone and I sometimes feel ultimately worthy of praise but unworthy of love and childish as that is, you do too.

If the new table is parallel to the mattress and the wood paneling it's 4 30 am last night again and always will be.

Everything is in its place and now that feels like nothing at all, and the trash I take outside and then I feel the night air and then that feels like everything that ever is--

I'm going to run.  As long as I can as far as I can as fast as I can as long as I can

Lacrimosa

Oh the slow sadness that comes with being contemplative and alive.  Knowing the weaknesses of yourself and those around you as akin to knowing how and when exactly you're all going to die.  Weaknesses, is too wrong a word.

Time is this strange thing that surrounds, and for some reason I see it all at once, and nothing ever surprises me.  There are these beautiful moments and they are all the same, perhaps it's just my mood but nothing seems long ago, and nothing seems recent, and nothing in particular will happen and--

There was something I wanted to do when I walked in this door, I was looking forward to it and now I feel like I'm missing something, what was it?  Oh.  I wanted to smoke.  I wanted to smoke a cigarette.  Oh, it feels good, to smoke right now.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

livestreams

meh...
what do i have to say, i have no time to say it... on the go-go-go still... i have still not seemed to have a spent a single day just lolligagging in the house by myself, nor have i managed to clean or do my laundry yet... the summer seemed to stretch on like a thousand years; i've been back less than a week and it already feels like ages ago.  i dunno.
my show tonight might be streaming live- http://www.tripsantamonica.com/live/

..but last time I said this it didn't work, so... give it a whirl if you like

Monday, September 12, 2011

Well I'm too busy to blue-- I'm not so busy that I couldn't take a couple days to hang, relax, and tonight to finish my book......... but the madness (antiMadness really) continues, and I'm in a better state of mind for it, I suppose because, I know I won't have to leave my cat for nearly a month straight, that's a main thing... and because filming is does... and filming is difficult in a way that music is not.  I never know if I'm prepared for it, I guess.  Something like that.  One thing really cool about film though:  theyre puzzles, they're puzzles you solve as you read and as you shoot and somehow everything makes sense in the end...

I wonder what it means to be happy.  I have everything I need for it.  And I am.  I have this sort of "tragic soul"... but it's not unhappy.  It's just that I find beauty sad.  A full moon, a cool breeze, a moment when...

I have done far too much talking for a long time.  I don't like to talk that much.  I can't stand arguing.  That's normal, who likes to argue?  Well actually a lot of people seem to love it.  I'd rather never do it at all. But talking too.  I need to let things sit and be some more, to be quiet.  To be quiet and to be healthy, quieter and healthier, if only just for a while. 

I'm just sensitive to gravity.  Gravity isn't sad.  It's just gravity.  Without it, we'd all just be floating around.



II

You know what you're good at?
Feigning candor.
Talking about the things that aren't really weren't really those things that changed your life that shaped you
They sound so personal
They're deceptive
Because it's the big things, it's those things about which you stay
Mum

Saturday, September 10, 2011

9.10.

So I arrived back home, emotions unadulterated by braincoolant, which stuff I'd ran out of, which wasn't so  bad actually... yeah I got back and the urge to emotionally adulterate was significantly lessoned [sic].  And I wanted to write but I WAS fucking tired and I wanted to say how much more I appreciate in hindsight and who doesn't I know but the last month-- the last exhaustive [sic] month, month or two, was beautiful how, wedding withstanding even... Not withstanding... How now that it's all over though-- how for a change-- I don't feel suddenly bored or depressed or doom and gloom how I didn't even allow myself or desire for myself a three-day coma how I took care of things and then went to dance class and sat around and problemsolved with my like-minded logical girlfriend how I sobbed when I first saw Masha, laid down on the floor and sat her on my chest and just BAWLED
How I miss people still and miss people already and have missed people and how I only really saw one sparkle of the magic of megan's method on the last day filming because I was a bit isolated the entire time how much I LOVED (and usually love, specifically-) the makeup artists but how I really loved this one
How I sat window on the flight back when I usually sit aisle but how I looked down over the Pacific Northwest landscape at the perfect squares of irrigated farmland in green, brown, darker green, yellow brown, brighter green brighter grown and how I love this country and how I'm ready to keep living in it and how I'm almost finished with my book and how I sort of wish I could've taken a class this semester but how it's kind of neat that I don't have the time, how for once I have a bit of money in the bank and how quickly I know it'll disappear
And how I always count down as a plane lands, backwards from 10, til it hits the runway and how I time it perfectly and how my father taught me that once.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I lit my candle...

I cleaned... I talked to some friends; I moved my car and I paid the rent, I deposited some checks, I talked to my sweet sweet neighbors who watched Masha for a bit and they brought me a plate of food and one of them got called for a repair job but didn't have any gas money so he asked me and I went and got him 20 bucks and begged them to keep it...

I facebook friended my Russian friend Marina (well she's Russian and Svetlana's friend in the movie...and we bonded too on set we were the cat whisperers), and other people from Seattle too.

I talked to some friends, so maybe we'll work out tomorrow which I need bad and have some coffee and an old girlfriend I haven't seen in a while and we might go out tomorrow and I sent out some emails and I CLEANED, and I cleaned up some metaphysical messes and I even unpacked....

I talked to old friends that aren't here, that I haven't talked in a while, about life, art, integrity...

Didn't think I'd do that today, thought I'd just pass out... but now I can wake up tomorrow feeling a part of this world again...

before, the details of my emotional canvas were so rich.  from the lack of meds in me.  now ive numbed them.  i had beautiful things to write.  about perfect squares of irrigation from the plane.  my world is bigger than that.  i kissed my cat when i came home.  my unadulterated emotions, i cried, for 20 minutes, missing her so much.  but she's doing great.  i miss everything.  i enjoy everything so much more after its over.

dont you?

now im fucked  up and trying to nap

thats all i got baby

that and that and that

FOR NOW

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

yeah no merely on lunchbreak now.... what do we got? some ham and potatoes hmm.  I usually eat lunch in the trailer.  I dont want to be anti-social, but I am.  Ha.  No.  I just need a break from people all around, and thats when you can get it...... (I know, I know.  My usage of "you" instead of "I" is alwrong.)

I guess it'll be a long day too, though I know they've got plenty to do after my scenes too..... I should figure out my flight info now and check in and remember to print out the boarding pass at the hotel.  5 o clock already.  Damn.

weeeeyaaaa

It is hotter than hell out here right now and I left my phone at the hotel...... I do believe I am done for the day but I'm usually wrong when I think that....

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

why are we living in cubicles online

i spent just a moment the other day sitting on the riverbed, quiet, not talking, just quiet for hours

oh to feel peace again
to feel small and naive again
ready for anything, dying for love,
your body a chimney filled with odd, black smoke

these square, squat
awkward rooms
are like a paean to teenage-hood,
to ripeness,
to the first and last taste of youth

so constantly enclosed
with a prop ankle monitor on my left leg
and real CB radios informing each other of my whereabouts

now in an old trailer
now in a hotel
now in one car
and another
eyes closed, squeezed shut to trap in the alpha waves
the elaborate fantasies under construction

these houses are old
theyve been here forever
they look like theyd be fragile--
have broken by now,
but instead they're standing they've
weathered the storm

Monday, September 5, 2011

For what it's worth.

For what it's worth-- a short, distracted Requiem Mass
to a very dear friend of mine
who told fortunes and must have known his own
probably knew his own, date and time of death
whether it was because he divined it, or willed it, or both

I don't even know yet the cause
I don't want to say such a thing like a WILLED IT
I don't mean it in that way
I just found out in today Aberdeen, my phone rang during my pilgrimage to Nirvana

I just mean his glow receded like a shadow in reverse
Or a shadow shrinking from dawn to noon

I haven't processed this yet
I'm up in Seattle- my favorite city I think.
I'll still likely be driving to Redondo Beach to do my old run route
or look for the Chopard watch that got swallowed by its sands
and park on the street
and walk up to his apartment
and knock on the door
and ask if he wants to go to Green Temple
and talk about the 60s

Rest in Peace, you must've reached Nirvana too

Friday, September 2, 2011

XP-dia DOT COM

go cheap flights go cheap flights go................. i have one more week to go!!!!!!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Breakdown=Breakthrough

I just went over the script to look at my scene tomorrow morning, which is the most intense one. 

This is a sad movie we're making. 

And my character is the saddest one... She's had the saddest life; she has the saddest end.  The cruelest life and the cruelest end. 

Today was really brutal I was just tired and nauseous and I had a headache because I was in a smoke filled room with no air at all with a heavy (lovely) kitty on my lap in the same position on a hard bench for hours.  And I felt sort of abused too because I was so tired and oxygen deprived and I couldn't feel my leg and I didn't get a break and then I was told to wait around at the end of the day, because I had a close-up, though I didn't think I'd have a close-up to begin with, and they didn't even let me go to my trailer where I could lie down-- I could barely keep my eyes open-- and I had to sit on the hard chair in the smoke-filled room and then after an hour they said I was wrapped for the day.  Didn't have time for the close-up it would've taken them into overtime which is more money, and my close-up is not a high priority.  So, I hated everything, not individuals, but everyone, and I felt they were being mean at times, and I hated everything except the cat.  I loved that cat, both cats, in one scene I had this incredible kitten, 7 weeks old, and while everyone else's kittens were mewing and scratching the actors, mine was happy we were purring together.  And then I had another scene (in the same, smoke-filled, ventilation-free dingy room) that took place a year later so I had the older version of the cat, a chunky, beautiful, Persian tabby, and I loved the cat and the cat loved me and his wrangler was shocked at how much that cat loved me and how comfortable he was sitting on my lap, for hours, even as I moved him around into positions and did things for scenes and they said oh that cat's so cool and she said Well he has a great handler, and then she said to me, I wish you could keep him! (in the movie she meant, because in the movie, well, I die, and the main character takes my cat... that's the other actress who has allergies and whom he scratched I guess...)

And that's the thing in the movie, is, all the other characters get redemption, and mine doesn't, but she does... her cat survives... so, she lives through her cat, whom she loved.

And it was perfect, it was a perfect day to hate everything, it is perfect the way it all worked out, that they've made me so minor, such a sort of cliche, the mean, cold, Russian whore... and the director said she didn't want cliches, but they were cliches.  Until the cats.  Because I love cats so much, that obviously it showed that side of me.  That she does have a soft side.  That she does ultimately want a family; she doesn't trust people; they have all used her, so she shows no emotion and is hardened beyond repair.  But a cat.  A cat is pure good.  Something you can love, that will really and truly love you too...

And I reread the script to see what happened and now, now I'm suddenly connected to the project, to the character, I care, I think it will be good.

I feel so sad for Svetlana.  Reading it brought me to tears....

Breakdown-->Breakthrough.

Always, always. 
oh man i feel so bad so bad my heart hurts i cant breathe and i dont know why and it doesnt add up and its too many forces and i need air but im cold and im hot and i feel disappointed, and disappointing, and i feel underused and overpaid, and overworked and sold short, and grateful and thankless and i'm cold and i'm hot and i need it to stop but i dont know how and i cant do anything. i cant even move or stay still.


TURN IT ALL OFF, TURN IT ALL OFF PLEASE,
just for tonight cuz i know tomorrow i know tomorrow the angels may come

my chemicals are fucking up

thats all
BUT FUCK I FEEL LIKE IM BURNING