JOHN GRUEN
Oh, Jill, how often I've
wanted to be you, letting all my
anxieties crash into people's
lives, translating fifty feelings at
ence into words. spilling the
waler and wine of my emotions
into those already drunk on
their own! I think you were
born trem bling with secrets
clinging to them until you could
bear it no longer. To have told
even one, meant telling them all
And in return you have been
blessed (or cursed) with
uncensored vision-and with
responses as excruciatingly alive
as they are vulnerable. How can
you be so exposed and still
Tite? (and still live?) And so 1
have often wanted to be you not
out of enyot out of neuss
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OK and Jill calls this noroing
and T'm still leep at 2
depressed ike cray and she sys
it gotta be done hy tomorow
So tonight 1 come down to Anns
because she's gonna help me
write because I can't think
wway
straight anymore. So Ann's
stringing beads and feathers
"that would be the envy of any
Indian" And I say, I could write
about the first time I saw Jill
hanging up side down over a
juke box drunk and people kept
trying to coax her off the pipe.
If she wants to hang on the pipe
let her hang on the pipe. We just
don't make roomfor our crazies
not that hanging from a pipe is
that crazy 1 mean what's crazy
about hanging from a pipe I
liked that lady hanging from the
pipe
"They didn't even thank me
tr the awful time I gave them"
h sure 1 heard it before.
Anyway Perfect.
Mayonaise. Olives. White
bread
and son Richard Photo By Les Levine
she's over at the i
refrigerator I get up and have
one too. "That's all ya need
baby Mayonaise and olives"
This is incredible Ann, a
whole fucking book with your
name in it. Three times on each
page"
Ann finis hes her magie
necklace and puts it on me
Jill from the bathroom "it's
it's too goddamn
too much
much". Her pants still down at
her knees runs to the radio and
turns it up. " once made a
dance to this
Jill dances Jill stops lights
up her pipe writes in her little
black book. She's gone. She
springs out of the bedroom in
only black panties Four deer
leaps and she turns off the radio,
Four more deer leaps and again
she is gone.
ohstun le erre and Tasid Bourdon on panel in Philadephia Photo By Les Lerine
