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Reading William S. Burroughs by Jeffrey Zable

is like trying to decipher the scrawl of someonelying face down in their own vomit, pen in hand,making strange marks on the sidewalk. People passing by look at this someonewith a sense of profound sadness, and out of pityleave such items on his back as rotten apples,broken trophies, dead lizards and plane ticketsto flights that unfortunately went downwithout a sole survivor. And when they arrive … Continue reading Reading William S. Burroughs by Jeffrey Zable

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I Don’t Know If It’s True or Not by Jeffrey Zable

but years ago a friend of mine—now deceased—told me that Beethoven would often compose while nude from the bottom down, sitting on a bench that had a large hole in it, with a bucket just below the hole so that if he had to urinateor defecate he wouldn’t have to get up and potentially lose part of what he was working on. And my friend … Continue reading I Don’t Know If It’s True or Not by Jeffrey Zable

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Psychoanalysis by Jeffrey Zable

Yes, I was in psychoanalysis with Doctor Freud to try to cure me of the paralysis in my right hand which was obviously psychologically induced since all the hospital doctors could not find a cause. And then, one time while lying there, I rememberedopening my parents’ bedroom door with that handand witnessing my mother, completely nude,in the arms of Jack, the ice cream man. Unfortunately, this remembrance had … Continue reading Psychoanalysis by Jeffrey Zable

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Part of the Human Condition by Jeffrey Zable

The professor was explaining that when we die we don’t get to watch any more game shows, sporting events or soap operas on television. Nor do we get to eat our favorite snacks like yogurt, Cheez-Its and PowerBars, but that we do get to talk with a friend—who’s still alive—via walkie-talkie between the hours of two a.m. and five a.m. when a lot of people are sleeping: this on Mondays and Tuesdays, and … Continue reading Part of the Human Condition by Jeffrey Zable

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