Oh, man, so this book is not a complete downer.
I mean there's a lot of downer stuff, but there's some--
I hope some lightening of the mood.
One such moment is a poem called "Discarded Memoir Titles".
So it became clear to me that I was never
going to write a memoir because I can't do prose very well.
So I decided I would just make a poem out
of all the possible titles that I
was thinking about for my memoir, so I did that.
And in the book, you'll see it takes a weird form.
So the poem itself are the titles here.
And they all have this subtitle the "Jay Hopler Story".
After you hear a line, just kind of imagine that trailing off.
"Discarded Memoir Titles", 1.
Oh, carnival of miracles, Oh, karmic bizarre.
And all the robot girlies say beat.
Lost on the milk road of the moon upon the water.
Too much quiet, not enough peace.
So much will outlive me, why list it?
Musical conversations with the dead.
The lesser chub is the greater fish.
[LAUGHTER]
[AUDIO OUT] it was dead.
In the Museum of Natural Selection.
The emperor of firecrackers.
Still life with hash pipe and half-peeled lemon.
Hotel disaster.
Hypochondriac, my ass!
Between a rock and a hard case.
How small the heart of a largemouthed bass.
Fretful prophet of the electric bass.
A worm with the sun in its belly.
Exit pursued by a butterfly.
The sun with a worm in its belly.
File under fire, trials by.
2, the constant elegist, the Jay Hopler Story with John le
Carré.
[LAUGHTER]