30 days of June series, June 2022
(Part 1 of 2) Prince’s 1987 album was once my northern star. A rare asteroid that had been excavated in snowy Minneapolis. And now, as I missed my third chance in ten years to contemplate it, I wondered: did I really love this album? Writing, as expected, brought answers clumsily, if at all.
Pace not pace, but sometimes you don’t want French New Wave. Sometimes you want trash. And the inability to differentiate between different kinds of trash, or between trash and recycling, speaks to a souring lack of imagination. Think more like a raccoon. Rummage harder.
I feel like I probably see Minions three to five times a week. You could probably go your entire life without watching Despicable Me and still have seen a Minion more days than not.
Diane Arbus’ pictures are almost antidotes to the psychedelic sixties in which they originated. They can sober a person up. Why? Are they too intimate? Exploitative and therefore uneasy? Cruel, even?
Shrouded in the summer darkness, on a strange computer, emanating from the same place where the vampires paginated: I found a website that taught me how to catch the Pokémon Mew. A method called the Mew Glitch.
Somewhere between the absurdity of these gags and the labor they depict is where I hope to find my groove for this month of June. Over the next 30 days I’ll be writing and posting here daily. The aim here is not epiphany, which is always elusive. Instead I seek discipline.