the 30 or so years encapsulated in this text easily blasts holes through the mind, in a slow motion scene with strobing lights. it's a dream journal or life written as a dream journal and a clue-in to the systemic cinematic infection that has been the furnace for so much of this man's career. there is technique to his madness.
death ballad scrapings and an outlaw director's view-finder. pulp + noir. doesn't put your mind at easy.
i think he might be doing readings various cities...maybe yours?
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