Friday, September 10, 2010

"... Catch the beat, Dance your feet...

... To where the Sprinkles are..."
(Sotto): It's so sad, Vatchi, that even when he produced ... fairly well put together piece[s], he was broken inside. That "art produced in concentration camps" [that he mentioned]. [That] is the illusion of the creative process for the addicted person. The trick was thinking you produced because of the addiction, not in spite of it. Living [in] a sad, sad illusion.

from "All Drinking Aside: The Destruction, Deconstruction and Reconstruction of An Alcoholic Animal," Chapter 83 (rough draft)

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