Christopher Isherwood: He is a Camera
Chris-to-pher Ish-er-wood chris-to-pher ish-er-wood christopher isherwood christopherisherwood christopherisherwood, cetera cetera, i am a camera, i am a camera. We chug along through the landscape. One path. One straight line from here to there. What your camera sees is just this is just this is just this: is bushes embankment forest and trees embankment a field with a horse a manure pile a shed a warehouse and trucks parked old pallets and dumpsters a flag and some tires a dirt heap blackberry brambles a station and bushes embankment a field full of seagulls.
(Original article: “Christopher Isherwood: He is a Camera,” Anne Taylor Fleming, L.A., 1972)
New Frontiers in Conception
Well like yeah
no I couldn’t really
so like yeah like
I don’t know
like i can never get past the yeah
yeah I was yeah
so I don’t
yeah if only yeah
no listen yeah yeah seriously
no but I mean yeah
(original article: Fleming. Anne. “New Frontiers in Conception.” New York Times Magazine. July 20. 1980)
I signed up on academia.edu with a vague notion that it would be a good thing to do. For, you know, publicity. But publicity not being my strong point, I only put up my name and workplace and maybe one article. More than a year later, I got a message with 99 articles that could possibly be by me. They are beautiful. They are all by Anne Fleming. But not me. Until now.
Special publicity and enforcement of California’s belt use law
Belts must be worn!
This is California.
There’s a reason they put those loops on waistbands.
William S. Burroughs and Edgar Rice Burroughs
Hunter S. Thompson anda William S. Burroughs
Jennifer Jason Leigh and Sarah Jessica Parker
Greta Garbo and Betty Grable
William Lyon Mackenzie and William Lyon Mackenzie King
FDR and LBJ
Alice’s Restaurant and Go Ask Alice
Frankie Valley and Frankie Avalon
Paul Anka and Neil Sedaka
Neil Diamond and Neil Sedaka
In one of the stories in Gay Dwarves of America, “Thorn-blossoms,” the main character’s mother, a journalist, has Alzheimer’s. My grandmother had Alzheimer’s, and other relatives have had different kinds of dementia, and I drew on those memories, but I also did a little bit of research on Alzheimer’s. There is a remarkable photo of Auguste D., the patient whose case Alois Alzheimer wrote up (on page 2 of the link below). I found myself haunted by that photo and by her answers to Alzheimer’s questions. There is a great and terrible poetry in them.
Nov 26, 1901
She sits on the bed with a helpless expression. What is your
name? Auguste. Last name? Auguste. What is your husband’s
name? Auguste, I think. Your husband? Ah, my husband. She
looks as if she didn’t understand the question. Are you married?
To Auguste. Mrs D? Yes, yes, Auguste D. How long have you been
here? She seems to be trying to remember. Three weeks. What is
this? I show her a pencil. A pen. A purse and key, diary, cigar are
identified correctly. At lunch she eats cauliflower and pork.
Asked what she is eating she answers spinach.