Dienstag, August 14, 2007

not miiiiine

~i will tell you secrets, and you can feel free to never respond to this e-mail. i just need to write. you don't need to read it. this is the
only outlet i have that has any intrigue attached to it. i will tell you things about me, and i will write, also to myself, things about me. you can, if you feel like reading this, read it in chapters. dickens published great expectations in pieces. can you imagine it being 1812, or whenever, and waiting to find out what pip's great expectations were? can you believe that television has replaced, in cliffhangers and weekly episodes, the compilation of a novel? what walt whitman did in the city i'm about to leave, just republishing the same compilation of poetry over and over, expanded, has been replaced by TV ON DVD sections at Virgin. The owner of Virgin has his own reality show on FOX. The owner of FOX is .. well, you know about what he does, I imagine. you're a well informed woman. Though, I must admit, I almost did buy Arrested Development on DVD, until I realized I probably wouldn't watch it more than once.
I changed my mind about the secrets. This e-mail is much too long.~
an E-mail sent to Amanda Palmer