Saturday, September 11, 2004
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In Memory of An American
I do not know anybody who died on that day, but I would like to take this moment to pay tribute to an American that comes to mind when I think about that country. Rob Myslik died young a year ago somewhere between home and a film festival. He was muse and mentor, a trickster with effervascent honesty in his sleeves--a neighborhood wolf in sheep's skin. When he taught he was an open wound at times--laying his soul on the line. It seemed he'd stay on one topic until he had "a moment" and only then would he move on. And on days when people were completely unresponsive it would get to him because he never put up any guard for it. He was attracted to the absurd, but not to the degree that it became a way of avoiding honest experience.
some random quotes I'd throw his way....
"You never have to change what you got up in the middle of the night to write." Saul Bellow
“Memories strike home, like slaps in the face….” Philip Larkin
"When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice." Saul Bellow
"I saw commercial that told me uncle john smokes his own bacon, now there's a tough son of a bitch." Bukowski
"Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining." Saul Bellow
"Do sober what you said you'd do drunk" Hemingway
"Little man has done it again. He's made a monkey out of the forces of evil." -- For Your Height Only
"I am the nemesis of the would-be forgotten" Saul Bellow
"What kind of son of a bitch puts a snake in a man's salad?" – Blindman
"Never confuse movement with action" Hemingway
"Dr. Hughes called you and told you that the tumor on her neck is definitely a fetus." -- The Manitou
"Old age is no place for sissies" Belle
"He who is vitalily alive is ready to die with life." Samuel Johnson
"If I want to listen to an asshole I'll fart." -- Go to Hell!
