I took the picture of the whale fisherman
down off the wall; just today, in fact. I'd
gotten tired of looking at someone's old
image of ten-year old time, or more. How
much Captain Ahab does a person need?
I replaced it with the image of a guy with
a crack down the middle of his skull, and
a trickle of blood where his skin had been
torn. At his feet was a half-naked woman,
with snakes all around her feet. Her eyes
were blood red, like a zombie-negation.
Yeah, it's all the same to me. I invite
weirdos in whenever I can. My sort of
weirdos anyway. Frederick Seidel. John
Ashbury. Even Jonathan Lethem. What
do I care, I've got plenty of chairs.