humm ... it seems to me like I'z the one who said "Keith you should stick the baby Jesus in Mary's head." I see Keith has conveniently forgotten that. Why do guys always do that? Seems like I should get a pack of smokes for my art smarts!

Me and Andy were arguing this morning. We went to eat but they didn't have what he wanted so he wouldn't eat and then he got all pissed off cause I was bothering him by telling him he should eat so he snapped at me and then we gave each other the silent treatment for a few hours. He sat in the living room and sulked while I went to my room and took a nap.
Then after I woke up he apologized to me and we took a bath together. That was fun. I haven't taken a bath with another person since I was a little bitty kid.
Soyeon came and we went to the grocery store and bought all this food for the BBQ tomorrow. Come on out y'all there's gonna be lots of good eating.

I stopped by y'alls blue house today for a water refill and I sat in the chair and admired the beautiful garden while refilling. You guys do a much better job that all of the businesses!

MOVIE REVIEW | 'BUKOWSKI: BORN INTO THIS'


A Poet Weaned on Pain and Reared by Adversity

Michael Montfort/Magnolia Pictures
The hard-living writer Charles Bukowski, who died in 1994, in John
Dullaghan's documentary "Bukowski: Born Into This."

By STEPHEN HOLDEN
Published: June 4, 2004
NY Times

My father was a great literary teacher," recalls the famously scrappy,
hard-drinking poet and novelist Charles Bukowski, who died in 1994. "He
taught me the meaning of pain - pain without reason." Three times a
week, from the age of 6 to 11, he was beaten by his father with a razor
strap, he remembers in John Dullaghan's definitive and engrossing
documentary portrait, "Bukowski: Born Into This."
Revisiting his boyhood home in Los Angeles where the beatings took
place, Bukowski wryly calls it "the house of horrors" in a drawl that
filters Kevin Spacey through William S. Burroughs with a dash of
Tennessee Williams. Those beatings, he admits, were essential to the
formation of his lean, brutal literary style through which no
sentimentality was allowed to leak. When you're beaten that regularly,
he suggests, "you say what you mean."
Some of the film's interviews were done for European television.
Excerpts are skillfully woven with the reminiscences of former drinking
buddies, fellow writers and Bukowski's second wife, Linda, the keeper of
the flame, whom he married in 1985. Without straining, the film makes a
strong case for Bukowski as a major American poet whose work was a
slashing rebuke to polite academic formalism.
Bukowski didn't always revel in his outsider status. A pariah in high
school, he suffered from severe acne vulgaris, which covered his face
with running sores that left his skin deeply pitted. He recalls standing
miserably in the dark outside his senior prom, too humiliated to show
himself.
In later years Bukowski boasted of his sexual prowess. Yet he was a
virgin until he was 24, the same age at which his first story was
published. His description of sexual initiation with an obese woman whom
he wrongly accused of stealing his wallet is a spectacularly unpromising
beginning to the prolific sexual activity (described in his novel
"Women") that flowered after fame brought admirers.
Bukowski could be as pithy off the page as on. He cites as "the ultimate
compliment" being called "a good duker." He began writing at 13 because
it seemed "the easiest thing to do." Love he describes as "a fog that
burns with the first daylight of reality."
He began writing in earnest after traveling around the country for a
decade working as a laborer, drinking and brawling, and absorbing the
raw experience that informed his work. Later he supported himself as a
mail carrier for 14 years. His heavy drinking contributed to a case of
bleeding ulcers in 1956 from which he was not expected to recover. But
he went on to carouse for four more decades before succumbing to
leukemia at 73.
At the suggestion of a girlfriend he took up betting on horses as a
hobby, and it became an addiction, with the faces of the bettors and
their dreams of winning a crucial inspiration. One of his pet peeves was
Mickey Mouse, whom he said had "no soul," and he harbored a deep
loathing for Walt Disney and everything he stood for.
With the publication of a regular column, "Notes of a Dirty Old Man," in
the underground press, he gained notoriety beyond the world of little
magazines. His career solidified after John Martin, the founder of the
Black Swallow Press, volunteered to keep him afloat. Two decades later
Bukowski wrote the screenplay for Barbet Schroeder's 1987 movie,
"Barfly," in which Mickey
R
ourke played a Bukowski-like roustabout with
a swaggering bravado that the poet says was inaccurate. That unhappy
experience inspired his novel "Hollywood," a place he describes as "more
crooked, dumber, crueler and stupider than all the books I read about
it."
The documentary includes reverential tributes from Tom Waits, the singer
and songwriter who brought his tenderer version of Bukowskian alienation
into popular song, as well as from Bono, Sean Penn, Harry Dean Stanton
and the film director Taylor Hackford.

Subtly, without overstating the case, "Bukowski," which opens today in
Manhattan, shows its cantankerous subject mellowing with success. Near
the end of the movie, Bukowski even shows a flash of what he calls "the
bluebird in my heart who wants to get out." But then, having to be true
to his legend, he catches himself and asserts, "I'm too tough for him."
BUKOWSKI
Born Into This
Produced and directed by John Dullaghan; edited by Victor Livingstone;
released by Magnolia Pictures. At the Cinema Village, 22 East 12th
Street, Greenwich Village. Running time: 108 minutes. This film is not
rated.





Stan Woodard
Communications Director
Atlanta Contemporary Art Center
535 Means Street
Atlanta, GA 30318
404 688 1970 Ext 213
swoodard@thecontemporary.org
www.thecontemporary.org

the sounds like a good idea.

Well, happy fucking birthday to me. When I went out at 8:20 to get my bike and ride to the taco place, MY BIKE WAS NOT THERE! Last night around 10:00 I parked it in front of my building at 225 Elmwood. I locked it around a one way sign. When I went out this morning it was gone! They broke off the top of the sign and slipped the bike over the pole! I'm so sad. My bike was my baby. I tried to take such good care of it and always lock it up. It was a blue new classic schwinn with a silver basket on the front. Jesus, I feel like crying. That bike was my car. It was a Christmas present from my Dad after I got a D. U. I. so it was only 2 yrs old if that. Jesus Christ! I know I'm a bad person sometimes but what karamatillacally wrong thing did I do to deserve this? Oh lordy!

Lil ho I'm happy you read my journal! You should come to me and Soyeon's 23/33 birthday BBQ this Saturday. starting at 3:00 at 23 livingston.

It's almost 8:00 in the morning and I have to get to ETS, Elmwood taco and subs, soon for a job interview at 8:30. Keith and his friend Adam have been making fun of me a little. There're all like "Your a graduate student, you're not supposed to work at a fast food place" but I don't care. I need money God Damn it! Any of you who hang out with me for long are probably well aware of my financial straits.
I had a weird dream where I went to Madrid with a group of ten or so people. We had signed up for it individually but it turned out that a few people I knew were also going. Liz, Hope Hilton, Julie, and some other Hope, three guys I didn't know and one skinny middle aged black woman (I watched her scale a wall necked running from the guy who brought us there) we were there on a modeling job but also for school. I got freaked out because I though the guy wanted us to make porno movies. I kept saying I want to learn Spanish.
so yeah... I had a headache when I woke up so I've taken some Korean Tylenol that Soybean gave me. Andy's flight gets in at 1:35, me and Keith are going to pick him up right after I get off work at forever Elmwood. I'm supposed to be fixing a water hose in the garden at north and then painting trash cans, something like that. I think the flowers are fine on water today.
I enjoy watering the flowers. The sounds I heard are the best things. There is so much variety on ten steps from talking to cars to sirens to dogs to kids to whatever. It's nice. I met this one business owner and I think I'm going to work on his tree beds for him. He's opening a e-bay shipping kind of place, something like that. Well, I had a few beers with this guy the other night and he told me that Elmwood is like the deck of the Titanic. I thought that was interesting.
Oh yeah, I'm 23 today. It's my birthday. My Mom sent me a carton of cigarettes yesterday but she made a mistake and got me 100s at first I was disappointed but then I decided it was funny so I'm happily smoking Marlboro Red 100s for a while. Mama also sent me some pictures from their vacation so here is one of my two little nieces. My bother's wife is pregnant again so in a few months I'll have another niece
or nephew.

Hirst 'sorry' for rotting remains



"There was a big lump of something that looked like a cow"
Damien Hirst is to apologise after rotting animal remains were left
outside his studio in Chalford over the Bank Holiday Weekend.
The parts - thought to be from a cow - were supposed to have been picked
up on Friday 28 May but were not removed until Tuesday 1 June.

A spokeswoman for the artist said: "He will be apologising. It shouldn't
have happened but it's now been dealt with." She blamed a "mix-up in
communications" for the late removal of the remains.

'Absolutely vile'

Trading Standards officers from Gloucestershire County Council were
called in to investigate after people living close to the artist's
studios on the Chalford Industrial Estate reported a bad smell.

"On Sunday the stench was so bad we couldn't open any of the windows and
I decided I had to do something about it," said Charles Eagles.

"As I walked towards the box the smell just got stronger and there were
loads of flies.

"When I opened up the lid it was revolting - it was like something out
of a horror film. There was a big lump of something that looked like a
cow. It was absolutely vile."

A spokesman for Gloucestershire County Council said: "Trading standards
officers removed the remains and took them to approved premises for
incineration on Tuesday.

"Investigations are ongoing to see if any breach of regulations was
made."

Damien Hirst, a Turner Prize winner is widely known for displaying dead
animals in tanks of formaldehyde.


Hirst says sorry about dead cow
04 June 2004

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LONDON: Artist Damien Hirst, who uses dead animals in his work, has
promised to apologise after a rotting cow was left outside his studio
over a long holiday weekend.

Inspectors visited the studio in Gloucestershire over the weekend and
took the putrid remains of an animal away to incinerate them, after
neighbours complained about the horrible smell.

A spokeswoman at Hirst's studio confirmed that the remains were those of
a dead cow.

"It was at the rear of the studio in a plastic-contained bin," she said.


"It's a communication mix-up between the contractor who was collecting
it and a member of staff. So it was left over the bank holiday weekend,
which was very unfortunate."

She said Hirst planned to apologise for leaving the dead animal out. She
would not say what the artist had used it for.

The artist won the Turner Prize in 1995 for Mother and Child, Divided,
which featured an adult cow and a baby calf, each split in half, pickled
in formaldehyde and displayed in glass tanks.

Local authorities in Gloucestershire said they were investigating to see
whether any regulations were broken when the animal was left in the
street.

The sun tries to eat my skin. I'm changing colors. It hurts. It's about time to go water flowers. I slept a dead sleep for a long time.
On Saturday y'all should come out to Soyeon's for our 23/33 birthday BBQ.

Does anyone want to go to the Beach tomorrow with Keith and me and some friends?