Not Enough Pulp For The Fiction

"Gwyneth Paltrow loves riding her bicycle."

Huh?

Who cares?!

The tabloids stretch their stories, thinking

any story with a famous name attached

will be consumed by the throngs of

marching morons...and they are right.

"Milton Berle's cousin gets hit in the head."

...a line from a Bukowski story that points 

out this phenomena.

Distraction from one's existence seems

to be the name of the game. Most people

don't realize even that they have their own

lives, or, do and want to forget about it.

How terribly sad. That's why Neruda wrote:

"Still, it would be lovely to wave a cut lily

and panic a notary, or, finish a nun with a

left to the ear." He was tired of "things".

But even the tabloids are in a panic because

there's not enough going on for that brief fix

of excitement to derail minds from their dull

throbbing mental confetti of confusion.

That's why the T.V is always on.