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I used music when I was trying to write poetry and was using headphones. The headphone thing began when I had dinner with a friend over on Elizabeth Street just off of twenty-fourth in Noe Valley. After dinner he wanted to watch Mash as was his usual custom, and I was not into television at the time and was bored. I noticed a headset radio on the bookshelf and asked John if I could use them. He said OK - they were his brothers so be careful. I wound up dancing in the street outside his place, more of an alley really with no traffic and noticed John out on the steps at one point at least. Afterwards he told me people asked him if he knew me and each time he said no. He denied me three times. I got me a set of headphones and used them as I said for poetry, but unfortunately I over-did it so that I wound-up with ringing ears. So now I have to be careful of noise.
One wants to love. But who and what does one want to love? Someone who
does not and cannot be what I want them to be. The ideal girl-friend would be imaginary, but what fun is that? A better scenario would be a real girl friend that one could know at least superficially, but who one would not meet, accept by her intention. So the idea occurred to me at some point to try to affect the external world by an internal means, wherein there was an actual physical affect or mental telepathy. The above scenario was somewhat unconscious. Not something I set out to do. But it must have occurred to me that a disk jockey was someone one could know somewhat, but probably never meet - another world all together.
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