"but I hate all that crap" (Death & Spritzers, Vol. 5)
in which "if you can't be interesting at least you can be a legend" or whatever
“The truth is
I’m not used to feeling good or even
just okay, and I’m frightened I’ll turn healthy
and boring.”
— Diannely Antigua, from “I Haven’t Been on a Plane Since the World Ended”
Welcome back to death & spritzers, your favorite nonsensical column! As I said to my friend Lindsay the other day, I’m still not entirely sure what we’re doing here, but here we are, regardless.
Last week, I stared into space, or more accurately, at a Google doc, for about an hour, in search of inspiration for my “overdue” column. (It’s been a minute.)
I felt so fucking boring. I thought about that Diannely Antigua line: “I’m frightened I’ll turn healthy and boring.”
Uh-oh, I considered, it’s happened. I’m healthy, and I’m boring.
Briefly, I considered the potential benefits of creating some chaos for the sake of the art, and then I realized I was being an idiot.
In The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron writes, “Your own healing is the greatest message of hope for others.” What a beautiful sentiment. But, being the asshole I am, I read that and still wondered, who cares? I believe she would say that’s my inner critic talking.
Anyway, it all made me think of this Frank O’Hara poem, and reminded me of these collages I made some time ago — Frank O’Hara inspired. I hope you enjoy.
“if you can’t be interesting at least you can be a legend
(but I hate all that crap")”
previously:
“I’m still not entirely sure what we’re doing here, but here we are, regardless.” 😄