there is a building

by livingston

Posted to Stories on 2004-05-29 21:51:00

Parent message is 654986
there is a building in clatskanie, oregon that used to be the odd fellows lodge, and well it was the avalon theatre for a long time, until someone bought it and ripped out its insides= and now it sits like an empty tribute to days gone by- with a dolphin on the roof. the dolphin and the mermaid face different directions, because dick, who is a dick moved it one day. there is a newspaper in this town that is a farce to journalism., an insult to writing itself. She inherited the newspaper from her daddy and has patty hearst fantasies at night.
there are a few of us that think children are the investment of the future-and all of us want to do something, with the building, creating skateboard ramps, and painting classes with the future, as we see it.
my generation of people, wants to scavenge and re- create from the palate of old barn wood, ceramic doll heads, old windows, cars- the relics i love, and a few that still remain.gears, tools, strange and wonderful pieces of metal, welding – sewing, weaving, sculpting-sorting
today i met the owner of that building, and it was pretty sweet.
he was from the daze of the 60 s and 70 s and had been collecting those things forever- i am always happy to meet another one of us.
here at my farm there is a collection of vintage mercedes.i guess they are pretty good at machines.

the man had a masters degree in sociology, bussiness and accounting= and all the stuff was organized- windows with windows, boxes and boxes-he offered me canvas and i forgot- ah the thing with excitement- just sort of lose my mind.
i cant believe i looked at him and said “dumb guy huh?” he smiled a very beautiful smile.
intelligence leaves you in a whirlwind of projects-my friend just called and told me her boyfriend wants her to write about how she feels about him to her, and she cant= she is crying- i gave her some ideas, but the first thing that means anything i said, is that you are writing for you, get approval outta there.
why dont any of my lovers want me to write about them? or do they like to wait til it is over and the thrills are in their back like the wind?
god i wish i was able to formulate a relationship that required me to do what i like to do.
so is this another magic thing? the guy with the building? is he the new creature with magnetic qualities?
maybe when my mother was welding things out of matel doll molds, and growing plants in them, or welding machines, and painting at the abbey in west LA , i had something transmitted, quietly under my skin-
and now after all these years of incubation, something is growing- i call all of you from this tribe, to come to clatskanie.