My Spaz

I always look better next to my spaz
All kinds of junk
A nerve, senselessly oleaginous
Riddled to ribbon
It was not a thought for a long while, to separate
Through kicked up dust with the blood

Shot through with electricity, sweat, with blood
Such sudden pain, groped egos, from the spaz
Shake, slip, misunderstand—multiple and separate
A pathetic display of junk—
tangled ribbon,
oleaginous

It is that that—shake, jump, slip. When oleaginous
Upside down blood
Plug in electric blue ribbon
Make her go, my spaz
“Shut up, Junk!”
But it’s too late—sense separate

Oh, but the painmortification. Oh, but the sense, separate
receipt of response. Some oleaginous
My face, a composition of painlines, fear, embarrassed junk
My drained, manhandled blood
Inside fire doused by stoking through no oxygen; spaz
Everything discredited. Everything choked in gutflavored ribbon

Bent through sappy, food-drenched satin and knot-on knotted ribbon
Where does sex and calm separate?
Ego shoved out—handed about by my spaz—
expecting (at least) ambivalence and oleaginous,
expecting (at most) fortified, orgasmic blood,
always returning: a piece of junk

Always returned as junk
a Parsifalian hunt, overlooked, wrapped in ribbon
shot through my blood
I asked her to separate
Never—to her—oleaginous
I add, “Stay next to me, my spaz.”

Junk will separate
following ribbon, fie on oleaginous!
Blood warm, always with my spaz

Questions appropriated from an interview with Sid Vicious by Roberta Bayley in 1978.

Answers - circa 2011.

SID VICIOUS INTERVIEWED ‘78
A PHONE CONVERSATION WITH SID VICIOUS
Interview by ROBERTA BAYLEY

"The Sex Pistols American tour ended at Winterland in San Francisco, January14, 1978. Two days later the band had officially broken up. On January 20, Sid Vicious boarded a plane for London via New York. He passed out en route, an apparent drug overdose, and was taken unconscious to Jamaica Hospital in Queens, New York. The biggest blizzard of the year had immobilized New York, so we spoke to Sid that night over the phone. He sounded very weak, but anxious to talk. He was lonely and bored."

Sarah: Do I start?

Roberta: Hello, Sid?

Sarah: Sarah.

Roberta: Sid?

Sarah: No. Sarah.

Roberta: This is Roberta.

Sarah: Hi, Roberta.

Roberta: I would but it’s snowing.

Sarah: Is that like a joke—like you would get "high" but...

Roberta: I don’t have a car and you can’t go on the trains.

Sarah: I can go on the trains and why should you have a car?

Roberta: We’re gonna come tomorrow. Do you think you’ll still be in tomorrow?

Sarah: Tomorrow I will be out.

Roberta: How are you feeling?

Sarah: Well. Productive. Well-fed.

Roberta: Nobody’s been up to see you or anything?

Sarah: Just Paul - and Chi Chi a few weeks ago. I feel weird inviting people to Riverside. It's like this big thing for me and then they'll get here and be all like, "oh." My place is small. But I have fetishized my fully stocked (almost pristine) liquor cabinet to make up for the lack.

Roberta: It’s so miserable outside. I guess you can see it on television.

Sarah: No television here. Perhaps I can hear the bad weather on the television next door through the wall. Is a clear, mildly cool nighttime considered "bad weather"?

Roberta: How long you been in there - just last night?

Sarah: A week and a half, more like it.

Roberta: What happened to everybody else? Who was on the plane with you?

Sarah: Everybody else is out there in their own circles of normal and irregular living. I have not been on a plane since September of last year.

Roberta: Yeah, you get drunk faster.

Sarah: On the plane? I haven't noticed that to be true.

Roberta: Do you have a TV at least?

Sarah: No.

Roberta: Yeah, magazines or something, huh?

Sarah: Yeah, magazines and books.

Roberta: I’ve got some great comic books.

Sarah: So do I. Somewhere.

Roberta: You don’t have any way to get in touch with him?

Sarah: Who?

Roberta: Well, what happened with this group of yours anyway?

Sarah: A group of friends? My friends are in Los Angeles and my schoolmates are spread across the Inland Empire like scholarly pushpins on a damaged map.

Roberta: Yeah, it seems like everybody left them.

Sarah: Everybody but the drunks and dogs.

Roberta: But what do Steve and Paul want to do?

Sarah: I'm not sure who Steve is, but Paul wants to create magic.

Roberta: That seems to be the general consensus.

Sarah: He will create magic with that electrified soul of his.

Roberta: Well, everybody’s just saying well what can he do now and nobody can ­figure out anything that he can do.

Sarah: That's what always happens with geniuses.

Roberta: Well, maybe this will shake him up a little bit?

Sarah: What? "This," in some sort of abstract way?

Roberta: Yeah, I guess in England everybody’s gonna be really upset about this. How do you feel about it?

Sarah: Everybody in England will be celebrating and jumping up and down. I feel good.

Roberta: The shows got worse instead of better.

Sarah: Television? There is more of it and therefore more bad of it.

Roberta: San Antonio. I thought that was best.

Sarah: Never been.

Roberta: No, that was Dallas. But I liked the one when you hit the guy with the guitar. (Randy’s Rodeo)

Sarah: I did that?

Roberta: Yeah, and John was jumping around a lot and the people were throwing lots of beer cans (at the band). That was a really exciting one. If the planes go out in the morning will you go back to London tomorrow?

Sarah: No.

Roberta: But they may not be letting the planes go…

Sarah: OK. But no.

Roberta: Yeah, you should. All kinds of people want to see you and everything. You’ve never been here before. You could have a good time. I mean you’re healthy enough to do it.

Sarah: I should go? Or stay?

Roberta: Well, what’re you going to do? If you go back to London, it’s just the same thing.

Sarah: I'm heading back to Venice tomorrow night...

Roberta: You have to straighten out for a while.

Sarah: Totally. I've been eating really well for the last three weeks. And Paul's got me eating a spoonful of coconut oil a day for my brain.

Roberta: You could. Just as an experiment.

Sarah: I am. I am.

Roberta: Well, your basic nature’s gonna get you in a lot of trouble.

Sarah: I hope so. In a good way.

From original:
(From DOA Film Book. 1981)
Researched and compiled by Phil Singleton.
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The following is an experimental exquisite corpse writing. To produce it, I searched on the Internet to find "famous opening lines of novels." I chose the second most famous: "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife" (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen, 1813). Then I searched to find what resulted from entering that line into a search. I clicked on each result and read until I felt I had found a sentence (or phrase, section, title, whatever) that was non-essay-like; an impotent phrase (something that could be read as a signifier to fit with any or all-such, so to say). If I felt this did not exist on the page, I moved on to the next. The sentences/phrases that were found to apply are stitched together in the following story.

The Margins of Engagement
(sources follow)

The news that a wealthy young gentleman named Charles Bingley has rented the manor known as Netherfield Park causes a great stir in the neighboring village of Longbourn, especially in the Bennet household. "Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of hot chocolate had vinegar added to it and were placed in a refrigerator for several hours." Da Da Da Dum.... It's time to choose a BA. Mrs. Bennet, a foolish woman who talks too much and is obsessed with getting her daughters married. This should be smaller than the outer text; the right margin should be wider, but the left margin should be the same. This angers Elizabeth even more, as she feels that it is solely because of her family that he would want to prohibit any sort of engagement between Bingley and Jane or Elizabeth and himself. No, you've not lost your way. Mrs. Bennet sees Mr. Bingley as a potential suitor for her daughters, and attempts to persuade Mr. Bingley to visit him. "It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces."

sources, in order, searched on 04/06/2011:
http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/pride/section1.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irony (quote: The Unauthorized Autobiography of Lemony Snicket)
http://www.online-literature.com/austen/prideprejudice/
http://tlonuqbar.typepad.com/phfn/docs/sample.html
http://www.novelguide.com/prideandprejudice/toptenquotes.html
http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/ppv1n01.html
http://www.gradesaver.com/pride-and-prejudice/study-guide/section1/
http://www.myprideandprejudice.com/2009/08/it-is-a-truth-universally-acknowledged-homages-and-parodies/ (quote: Bridget Jones's Diary)