Monday, July 30, 2007

Really Great Book About A Baseball Player

If I were a Rothian or Bellovian or Fordian American writer - like the contemporary version - I would write a novel about the son of a famous baseball player who grows up to become an even MORE famous baseball player but does a lot of shitty stuff to get there. He breaks his wife's ribs, he takes drugs, he sells out friends, he may even be responsible for a few "gangland" style slayings. His wife bears him only daughters. That novel would be America.

Outtakes from the Wedding Vows

I promise to “astound” you “with my velvet suit and Faustus hood” (Gregory Corso, Marriage)

“Let love to man be only a part of that glowing flame of universal love, which, after encircling humanity, mounts in grateful incense to God.” (Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman)

I promise to be your best friend always in all weather at all times of day even at 3 in the morning when you can’t sleep and have stolen the blankets from me.

I promise to not be angry when you have forsaken the blankets in your sleep and awakened to presume that I have taken them.

“Prince thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife; there is no staff more reverent than one tipped with horn.” (Much Ado About Nothing, Wm. Shakespeare)

Let our union be the continuation of a great adventure from California to Illinois to England and across the universe (jai guru deva om).

“We shall scrimp and save.” (Paul McCartney)

The most beautiful sound to me is the sound of “Anne and Ammon”.

Do you promise to do me?

I do you.

I do you, too.