Tuesday, April 6, 2010

830. THEY WERE PLASTERING THE NEW PLASTER WITH PLASTER

THEY WERE PLASTERING
THE NEW PLASTER
WITH PLASTER
(Talent)
I didn't know why. A good dose of something
bad had gotten to me. I cursed even the
swagger of the Sun and Moon. Looking
for Gods, I checked my cards.
-
I motioned to Philip Guston, and he stopped
what he was doing, came over, and laughed
at my cartoon. A big-footed man was trying
on a very small shoe. 'If I bought five of these,
I could at least cover my toes.' The caption,
we agreed, wasn't really worth
the price of admission.
-
The same thing happened when
Sunday arrived. We talked about
Nietzsche and his 'Theory
of Eternal Recurrence.'

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