Took my friends Shannon's advice and printed out both Bloggs (they copy and paste PERFECTLY to MS WORD...) I took the square pillowy heap and collated it into a cool binder, embellishing the cover with a modern-deco painting by Elizabeth Peyton of Sophia Copola, titling the "novel" YOU WERE ONLY WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT TO BE FREE....usurped from the Beatles song BLACKBIRD......subtitled A Chronology of Seasonal Bloggs by David A. Von Behren....Crazy bloggs...on the back of the novel I posted pictures of daniela, shannon and arya.....Boticelli's Three Graces (ibid primavera)....I remember the first time I saw arya's blogg ( I never heard of a blogg before....."Blogg...isn't that like black smog or something?")..... I honestly thought it was borderline frivolous "Who would want to post all of their emotions on line? For the entire planet to pick at and peruse?"
You don't have to be a modest camel-herding professor to know that Sistah A occasionally reels in a tautly baited hook (daniela was part of the initial tackle)..... I am completely 80% proof oblivious of exactly where this fetish sprouted from (?)...but it's been fun....Thanks arya!
Here's how little David's summer commenced: I went up to St. Paul MN. to attend the 30th anniversary of my literary mentor Garrison's Keillor PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION. Keillor's about twenty-five percent responsible for my literary lifestyle (listen to NPR's Writer's Almanac)...anyway, I purcahsed two tickets months in advance and you-know-who bowed out of attending the concert with me, so I had to spend the vacation trekking across the thick-plains of Mn. and Wisconsin alone, which wasn't exactly all that bad. But when I actually attended the concert there was a vacant seat next to me (where, of course, I imagined Swissy Missy's svelte shoulders to be)....the person who sat on the opposite side of this vacant seat was dressed like an Eskimo attired in Lands End garb and periodically, throughout the concert, he would slough segments of his outfit from his skin so at the end of the performance there was this gigantic mound of cotton and tattered threads stationed next to me, in my purchased seat, where I had imagined her impeccable body to be located.
No, swissy Missy wasn't there with me that night in late May, but I'm blessed to say that I've had some beautiful soul's seated next to me, smiling through the elctronic shaded blue of the computer screen, throughout the entire summer!
Thanx! It's been real. It's been fun, and shit, girls, we're just getting started.....
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In other words.....THANKS FOR ATTENDING THE RECITAL!
yay! Mistuh D is the best, and we all know it. in the collected works of Mr. DVB, the Blog series has a very special place. this is where 3 souls converged, plucked out of the ocean of eternity, only to plan their itineraries for infinities onwards. what forms of art will there be in other worlds?
"Plucked out of the ocean of eternity!" Damn daniela. That's an amazing image!
well that's a damn good compliment from a damn good writer (-;
what would i do without you two? look how your blogs have exploded?
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