i just realized that, regardless of my having remembered to write about it on at least one other occasion, i have not yet written about something; perhaps, in the end, the most remarkable and sublime thing that happened to me on my fateful visit to Valparaiso, Indiana.
this girl, this beautiful, tragic young maiden i was there to see… several times, she kissed my hand… and it was the most amazingly romantic and wonderful thing on earth to me. i was so touched; so moved by that, that it would have driven me to ecstatic worshipful tears (satori turned inside out? what is that called? it was as if i had just come to the terrifyingly joyful realization that i had all along been looking into the eyes of an actual angel, wings and all; a bodhisattva standing there before me, putting her hand into my chest as if to say ‘see? see this? this i show to you, that you might come to know that you also are ALIVE and adrift among all the celestial spheres and are here with us! all are one, sisya, all are one!’), were it not for the fact that i was too caught up in adoring her myself (puja; my bhakti) to think about anything else.
i remember now that one or two other girls have also done that, and also that one time, a long time ago in a land far away, a young girl literally worshiped at my feet, even kissing them. how intense is that? i am but a toad, yet have felt as Adonis must have felt. surreal, i tell you.
anyways, don’t you worry, i’m not thinking about her and haven’t really for awhile now; i’ve only just been watching a cool show on PBS about Suzan-Lori Parks (brilliant playwright, Top Dog Underdog, about two brothers named Booth and Lincoln), and something reminded me of that as i’ve said sublime moment which i have somehow neglected to mention here.
speaking of plays, i haven’t written a play in something like 15 years now. i used to be prolific, ever since fifth grade when i was in the “special” class and we were doing radio-plays. i got bitten by a bug, and continued to write scripts for years after that. most of them were complete trash, but they were usually big hits. the only ones that weren’t were the really surreal ones, which weren’t total garbage but still garbage. i even once wrote, directed, and starred in the easter play for our church, back when i was a dumb sheep (yet my faith gradually broke within a year or so). by my current standards, it was trash also, but it really went over well and i’ve often been hailed as some kind of playwright or something only nominally true like that.
i guess, then, that i should commence to writing the play i should have written long ago. well, more. the ones i should have been writing all along, instead of trying to be the next poor-man’s Douglas Adams.
fuck, i’ll need a laptop. anybody got one for sale – cheap?
