assistance

a girl in the class i teach wrote a poem about public suicide, reality television, orange juice. it was "inspired" by an article she read about england. really interesting ideas: expansion, art house. watched a terry zwigoff documentary about r. crumb last night. his brother killed himself soon after the footage was taken. a lot of thoughts right now about death, life, work. what am i doing? i know: i'm gonna write a series of poems about 'king lear' because i have to. i don't know what will come out. "good job, everybody"--is the record 47 children in one lifetime? we probably all need help at some point; take things from other people. "the best fiction comes when you still all the way from the real world," i was once advised. sleeping at the wrong end of the bed / because it's safer in corners / because dreams come more quickly. i saw a dead northern flick / -er by the bell tower / undress, swallow, not like / the bird but / i think i was the only one who saw it.
more thoughts i can't delineate or push further. demarcation. binary, dyad.

"if that doesn't work, just kill yourself," someone said.

has anyone seen polanski's "the tenant" - i highly recommend it. i've been watching a lot of movies again and i always wonder if i'm trying to escape something. "i'm having a harry potter / movie marathon / and i wish you were here / too" more like d. lynch. polanski, taymor, etc.

i don't really know.