The End
2.
The oldest of them stepped forward and struck me on the chest with an open palm. Confident and aggressive.
‘We saw you walking up the beach,’ he said, smiling.
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2.
The oldest of them stepped forward and struck me on the chest with an open palm. Confident and aggressive.
‘We saw you walking up the beach,’ he said, smiling.
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1.
‘Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.’
– Yukio Mishima.
You imagine certain things when you see a beach like this.
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Conclusion
The truest indicator of a story’s legitimacy is ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ test:
‘He holds him with his glittering eye—
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years’ child:
The Mariner hath his will.’
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I had to challenge J- in such a way that didn’t amount to a threat. It’s entirely possible that he might even take a threat to the police in order to tie me up. I got his phone number from V- and texted him.
Continue readingThe Duellists
Writing about my intention to harm another person physically is wandering onto the wrong side of the law in a way that may forever be used against me. However, art is a more important consideration, and the more risky a piece of art, the better.
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“I was so scared on my first amateur fight, I wanted to… I went downstairs, ‘I’m going to the store in the Bronx, New York, I’m going to the store…’ and I went downstairs. Man, I should get on this train and never come back, I wanted to get on the train and just leave, I was so scared. I didn’t want to fight anybody.”
Mike Tyson,
Tyson.
I once had an argument with a guy I used to bounce with.
Continue readingHaunted By the Ghosts of High School Past
A friend of mine once said, ‘You can earn a billion dollars and discover a cure for cancer, but when you go back to a school reunion, you’re reduced to being the same little dickhead everybody thought you were when you were fifteen.’
Continue readingV was a year behind me in high school. She was one of the most attractive girls I knew, and I was on the inside track because she was a friend of my sister. When I asked, she was kind enough to accept my invitation to the high school dance. V- was a lot less than impressed, however, when I arrived at her house to collect her wearing a leopard-skin tuxedo.
Continue readingI re-watched Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch recently. Like all ‘great’ works of art, you see different things every time you look at it, and it gives the appearance of changing as you do. In part, the film is concerned with ageing.
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