Saturday, November 12, 2005

Anything Else

no one knows the Father except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him

Sentences presented for my benefit, your consumption; probably presented more so in this form out of the expediencies of time more so than anything else (meaning: it is Saturday night and I've got a brown party to go to, homos to hit on, and life to live):

I just watched Woody Allen's Anything Else, and it is amazing no matter what any one says.

I am decked out in all brown.

I went to my dad's funeral today, got drunk before three with relatives, and that proverb In Vino Veritas, so true. I learned so much about my dad, good things, and celebrated a life with nice people and may, will say more when I am not in such a hurry.

The fall leaves on the ride to Montclair are psychedelic insane.

I don't know who chose the gospel reading, Matthew 11:25-30, but I felt like it was chosen for me, a way of chiding me. Seriously, look at it.

Matthew 11: 25 - 30
25 At that time Jesus declared, "I thank thee, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to babes;
26 yea, Father, for such was thy gracious will.
27 All things have been delivered to me by my Father; and no one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and any one to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.
28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

I talked to an old man at the busstop in Montclair before deciding he was crazy and I didn't want to end up sitting next to him on the bus, and put on my headphones, playing Mellon Collie..., before deciding that wasn't what I wanted to hear, and put on Al Green's Greatest Hits.

Life is amazing and I am my body is so jittery, perhaps because I am drunk for the second time in twelve hours, perhaps because I have had so many cups of coffee at so many points in this long day, but perhaps just because all of this is so fucking amazing.

I didn't realize what I lost until I saw the photos of my dad his sister had brought.

I have no photographs of my dad at here in Brooklyn.

Herta told me she would send me some.

I really do have so much to say.

Will reveal him.


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