henry miller & a man named typhoon

Wing Woman

Party on the boat of a Turkish man named Typhoon,
Birthday party for a girl I met at the Abbey last night.
I want to hit that so come with me?
You cannot say no to these kinds of things
Not until you and everyone you know
Finds true happiness
Besides. She had you at
Turkish Typhoon.

On Typhoon’s boat a girl from Ventura says to her girlfriend,
You look like Shane right now like this is a revelation.
Like she ever looks like anyone else.
I can’t imagine her not looking like Shane.
I used never to mess around with drugs she says
Her hand on her girlfriend’s knee.
But one time I drank mali water by accident, two doses
And when she saw me, there was such fear in her eyes.
I said, am I going to die? And she said, no, love
This drug is literally chemically designed
For you to have a good time. And I did
Best night of my existence. Like the time
We rode a motorcycle on death road
In Bolivia, by cliff, by death.

I did that too, you want to say.
Not the mali, the death ride.
But some stories you keep for yourself,
Away from chemical reactions and surfer girls from Ventura.

But you felt alive, didn’t you? You must have spoken too softly.
Alive? Her hands flutter as she laughs.

Later at the Abbey where the party moves
You are entranced by male strippers
By the concept of them
By their shining bodies you think of as unreal.

You cannot choose whose body touches yours and
You wish you could subtract one hundred men and the phrase
Not drunk enough for this
From every night in West Hollywood.
Straight tall girls, white gay dudes
And male strippers gyrate,
There’s even a smoke machine
To help the night feel dreamt.

Taxation without representation
Is a pickup line that doesn’t work
Except as a line in this poem
About WeHo and parties on boats, in bars.

Are you having a good time?
You ask Typhoon
Who has a warm smile and secret
Stillness in the gray green light
I always have a good time, he says
Holding a redbull, not dancing at all.
You think he is beautiful.

and: to keep myself more on track i’ve placed this here, thank you henry miller and maria popova


If groggy, type notes and allocate, as stimulus.

If in fine fettle, write.


Work of section in hand, following plan of section scrupulously. No intrusions, no diversions. Write to finish one section at a time, for good and all.


See friends. Read in cafés.

Explore unfamiliar sections — on foot if wet, on bicycle if dry.

Write, if in mood, but only on Minor program.

Paint if empty or tired.

Make Notes. Make Charts, Plans. Make corrections of MS.

Note: Allow sufficient time during daylight to make an occasional visit to museums or an occasional sketch or an occasional bike ride. Sketch in cafés and trains and streets. Cut the movies! Library for references once a week.


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