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Mach die Passagen auf!
In this exciting new feature of my fledgling journal -- and the reason I decided to start one in the first place -- I will present to you, the reader, a document plucked more or less at random from my massive personal archives. My own writing is fair game, naturally, but so is anything sent or given to me. What a friend I am!

Without further ado, then, a postcard dated November 17th, 1989:

Hi Charles! (17/XI/89)

I've been working on a letter to you since the 7th of the month, and it's not even reached the half-page length yet. In fact, I think I shall rip it up as it's perfectly boring. In fact, I'm having trouble writing this card as nothing at all has happened all month. Damn it. I haven't even been approached (much less been laid) -- and A. tells me you've overcome that problem. Gee, it's fun to play "virgin". And who the fuck is that woman on the 5pf stamp? I'm sick of seeing her face.

Sunday -- didn't leave the house all day. TV is dull -- some Bergman film on at midnight tonite. (Thanks for the call!) Tomorrow I'm out to buy books (Karl May, yup) and laze around. Take care - next card is Swiss! (I'm very excited.) Christopher

(P.S. -- You'll be getting an article by Wolf Bierman from the taz -- pls. copy for Seeba)

Mode: wired yet tired
Muse: Ultramarine - Michael Brook - Heat soundtrack

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elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: September 26th, 2003 08:46 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Charlie, this is fantastic. I'll write more about why it's fantastic at another time but can we just say I love the address to the reader and go from there? We could migrate to a discussion of how I love voices and dialogues, all such gestures at discourse, intercourse, exchange...

Ever thought of posting your haiku riffs on acquaintances now and again?

Watch for the possible rebirth/extension of fragments from Stage Left. Hell, I'm already on my way to another post-script here. And this one actually appears post instead of pre. Imagine that. Off to Latin, where sadly grammar will prove more difficult to decipher than the age-old post/pre question, which came first and all, you know.
cpratt From: cpratt Date: September 26th, 2003 08:56 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

You want haiku?

- You said 'intercourse'.
- Huh huh huh. Intercourse rules.
- Dude! Shut up, buttmunch!
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cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: September 26th, 2003 09:03 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Creepy Homosexuals

Hinrich Seeba, in whose class you were FAILING Chris, met with you in office hours and turned your life around. You ended up with an A, I believe, and the wonderful knowledge that you were a "Literat," as he put it.

That was before I knew you, of course, so you might have made it all up. Sounds true to your personality, however.

We met, of course, while taking that German literature of the 1970s class with Seeba, as well as that French II with sweaty, hairy, mean Andreas, the German who wanted to speak French.

I think it was in Seeba's class that you offered me the first stick of Beeman's gum -- for which I still have the WRAPPER, if you can believe that, though I'm not sure which box of memorabilia it's in -- and where I was blown away by your authoritative pronunciation and pronouncements.

Seeba was, I believe, a "homosexual". I don't recall him being "creepy," but he did travel a lot in Asia, wore seersucker suits, and a Heidegger moustache. Then again, you could say the same thing about me, right?

BTW, it was during that class that I ran into you with my then-girlfriend "A," or "Annalee" for short, on Telegraph Avenue, outside Heidelberg -- ah, lamented roast beef sandwiches, ah turkey with gravy, gone to the grave -- and you charmed her for a minute or two. When we walked away, she said, "He's gay." And I replied, "How can you tell?"
cpratt From: cpratt Date: September 26th, 2003 10:07 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Creepy Homosexuals

One of the v. annoying features of LiveJournal is of course that it's easy to reply to comments subsequently deleted by authors who thought their comments weren't, well, quite baked.

Seeba of course is an excellent professor; yes, he was very helpful... up until a point where he'd read something I'd written that suggested I was in fact heterosexual. I always got this creepy vibe that he was only being friendly because he thought I might be gay. It was kind of a strange experience.

I still have no idea how gaydar works [for lack of a better thing to call it]. Annalee is amazing in many ways, and that's just one of them. Me, I still can never tell whether or not someone's gay. You'd think I'd be better at it, but no.

Oh, and Andreas is still cordially invited to -comment dit-on 'fick Dich ins Kinie' en français?
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: September 26th, 2003 12:37 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Creepy Homosexuals

What's the protocol, Chris? Do I delete my reply to a deleted comment or merely modify it -- when I return home -- to take out the offending content?

Let me know.

The haiku must stay, however!
cpratt From: cpratt Date: September 26th, 2003 01:23 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: Creepy Homosexuals

That the haiku stays
was, of course, never in doubt.
Google caches all!

Seriously, I don't know what the protocol is. Deleted comments are just one of the many things that... well... uh, like, exist? I always figured replies to comments subsequently deleted are fair game, so leave 'em stand. I do regret my use of the word creepy; on the other hand, I always did find him a little bit creepy, though, so what the heck. That should not be read as in any way suggesting that he was anything less than a brilliant instructor and all around excellent professor, though!
elizabeg From: elizabeg Date: September 26th, 2003 05:22 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

haiku, etc

I'm delighted to see such haiku fever, even in the midst of protocol disputes, though now I feel guilty that in my sleepily caffeinated state I have yet to post a haiku myself...

First attempt one line
A second falling off like
Googled protocols

I remember being forced to write haikus in grade school. One nature-inspired image per line. They were quite insistent about this. I'm not sure such restriction made them all around excellent teachers, but then, I do remember... (Although I don't seem to have taken the insistence on imagery to heart--few visual nouns up there. I blame the internet. Screws with my sense of physicality.)
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