PART 1: Maybe no one has ever been honest with you David.
Now we’re gonna go, we’re gonna go to David in Oceanside. Hello Mr. Giuliani, we speak again. Hi David. Uh, let me introduce myself again, David Guthartz, Executive President of New York Ferrets’ Rights Advocacy. Hi David. Uh last week when we spoke, you said a very disparaging remark to me, that I should get a life. That was very unprofessional of you. Was it? Here we’re trying to get something seriously done - without you talking over me - we’re trying to get something seriously - David you’re on my show I have the right to talk over you. But heres the thing - And the fact is - And the fact is - David! -important issues taken care of where the city is violating state law, and I - David! - ask you if you care about the law. Yes I do care about the law, I think you have totally and absolutely misinterpreted the law because there’s something deranged about you. No there isn’t sir. You - the law - The excessive - The law states - concern you have for ferrets is something you should examine with a therapist. Sir understand that, well first of all - Not with me! Don’t go insulting me again. I’m not insulting you, I’m being honest with you. Maybe no one in your life has ever been honest with you, but this excessive - I happen to be more sane than you! David! There is something - there is a serious, there is a - Mr. Giuliani! David! Rudy! This conversation is over David, thank you. There is something really really very sad about you. You need help. You need somebody to help you. This excessive concern with little weasels is a sickness. I’m sorry, that’s my opinion. You don’t have to accept it. There are probably very few people who would be as honest with you about that. But you should go consult a psychologist or a psychiatrist and have him help you with this excessive concern, how you are devoting your life to weasels. There are people in this city and in this world that need a lot of help. Something has gone wrong with you. Your compulsion about it; your excessive concern with it, is the sign of something wrong with your personality. I do not mean to be insulting. I’m trying to be honest with you and I’m trying to give you advice for your own good. You have a sickness. And I know that it’s hard for you to accept that because you hang on to it, and it’s your shield its your whatever, I don’t know. You need to go to somebody who understands this a lot better than I do. And I know you’re real angry at me and you’re going to attack me, but actually you’re angry at yourself, and what you’re - you’re - you’re afraid of what I’m raising with you. You know, you need help. And, please get it.
Portraits of the White Man
I have reservations about this place. I have reservations at 5 o’clock. Keep the river on your right and your spear pointing down - we don’t want no accidents! Keep the river on your right and your spear pointing down - we don’t want no accidents! I have reservations at restaurants. I have reservations of indians. Keep the river on your right and your spear pointing down! Keep the river on your right and your spear pointing down!
Men who are free will make their messes in the street and eat their bread in the park like a bird. Men who are free will join the masses in the streets and will be led in the dark by a bird. Men who are free will take their hands to be their feet and will be as dead as a lark is a bird. Men who are slaves were never surer of their fate than when they first caught a glimpse of a bird. Men who are slaves were sleeping soiled in the rain and were averse to the hints of a bird. Pity the man who turns a wing into a hand and turns a song from a sound to a word. And a woman is a man is a man a man with long hair. A man is a word or a sound; a shape and hot air. A word is, is a name or a, or a pointing finger: Fire! Run away run away! Grab the pitcher! Water! Fill it up! Fill it up with water! Take it far away! Far away! As it is given. In the hidden, and dark, in the kitchen and the heavens; on the subway, and platform; on the bridges and the statues I saw birds. Men without name know the true meaning of shame and keep alone. Men without law know what a riot squad is for and keep alone. Men without words practice the politics of birds and keep alone.
All the pianos in 宝山区 are on fire are on fire are on fire. And if the smoke can be seen from where you are you are not far. Don’t wait for the bus: the bus will not come. The drivers have surely joined the crowd that’s marching the streets, turning up cars, soaking the mattresses in oil. All the pianos in 宝山区 are on fire are on fire are on fire. And if the smoke can be seen from where you are you are not far. Don’t wait for the bus: the bus will not come. The drivers have surely joined the throng that’s marching the streets, setting off flares, and singing loud this song “When I was just a little babe I had the impression that living was pleasant. I never had the slightest doubt: the industry leader, he equaled the peasant. The future was a simple kind - a different shape of the present. Now that I have grown in age, I look for the symbols of weakness in others. My hope is that I dominate horizons of those whose names I had uttered in childhood games that taught me how to make a friend and forget him.” All the pianos in 宝山区 are on fire are on fire are on fire. All the pianos in 宝山区 are on fire are on fire are on fire. Don’t wait for the bus - it’s best not to come: the people are drowning in a rage that’s mixed with a fear that each has been had. A victim of what they can’t explain. This is not to say I don’t understand. This is just to summarize observations I made while spending a day in a suburb of Shanghai.
On A Bridge
On a bridge, on the Manhattan Bridge, I saw a shirtless man walking with a large white object in his hands behind his shoulders like a baseball bat. I passed him carelessly. I noticed his tongue was spilling out of his mouth. A plastic bag was following me on my left. Aloft a beat and then not, I watched it descend. The wind was teasing it before it drove it down into the water like a hijacked plane. As I walked down the Manhattan Bridge 2 policemen approached. One held up his hand - “Slow down please, a question sir: Listen here. Did you happen to pass a shirtless man with a bone and his tongue hanging out comically to the side?” “Officer no I did not see the man described. I cannot say that if I had I could deny. Now leave me here I must return to my affairs.” On a bridge, on the Manhattan Bridge, I saw a shirtless man walking with a large white object in his hands behind his shoulders like a baseball bat.
Some of us have indicated our distress in letters to the head office, but we all agree to make the greater less, and the lesser great. Joseph calls and says to not worry about the 1000 pointing fingers. 500 can extend their 2 indices, but we can pull the trigger. Robert enters and collapses on the floor. Quick bring the gauze to me! Elevate the head, put pressure on the wound. Get la Chinoisirie! Who suggested that we take this embassy?! Whose bright idea was that?! “I suggest we bite off more than we can chew!” Now we’re finished! Where there is no crime there is no innocence or guilt. Where there is no guilt there is no crime. There is no crime. Keep the curtains down and keep your cool and keep your eyes peeled and trained on the skylight and the fire escape and keep the focus on the pigs and keep making threats and make sure that they believe you! The short one with the greasy hair gets on my nerves - Jackie tape his mouth shut! If any of us wants to make it out of here, I’ll need quiet. Where there is no crime there is no love. Where there is no love there is no terror, thrill or danger; no enemies or strangers; no fat for the fire.