...a deathly serenade...

stupidity, were we true friends, though this is
all talk for the birds…The wound bleeds
through my words. But his work remains….let
me choose the specific word, because the
minute I don't I'm accused, people are waiting
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to accuse, which is why I like the gentlemanly
sport of literature, but loved Yashu, but we
were suspicious of one another just as much as
we loved each other's friendship….we knew
better than to overstep the polite boundaries…
that of course the media spoke often about
whether he (Yashu) was autistic or this or that,
his methods were not clear to me, though they
don't have to be, simply he kept me interested
in these mortal waters…if I can be allowed
poetic licence?
Interviewer
Please, you're too polite, way too polite. You
seem to have this weird way of fusing so many
things at once. But continue please…
Franz Bema
So yes, those I appreciate around me, The
Monk Spirit album, You're a Smoothie was an
album I loved…What else? I loved Infinite Jest,
by David Foster Wallace, who sadly took his
own life, but I am with him, his prose style is a
bit tense, but there is something there. So
Artists that are suspicious… That's why I like
Hip-Hop and Jazz, it's full of attitude… I like
beauty in strange places, weird
happenings….And those who went before…you
know? The many, many, serious Artists,
Vincent Gallo, Jean Cocteau, Dalí, Picasso,
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