All notes with the topic Jonathon Hornedo | Notes on Looking

My body double showed up on my behalf to read the following poem at David Bell’s Poetry Slam on April 22, 2013 inside his studio in downtown Los Angeles, by Jonathon Hornedo

Meteor Shower I read online somewhere, without verifying elsewhere, that many of the stars we see at night are not individual stars but clusters of usually two or three or more. Their starlight travels across space and time, converging into what to us looks like one thing, one single point of light. And John Stuart Mill said that a man may have been named John because that was the name of his father. A town may have been named Dartmouth because it is situated at the mouth of the Dart. But if sand should choke up the mouth of the river, or an earthquake change its course, and remove it to a distance from the town, the name of the town would not necessarily be changed. And because the man of the twenty-first century is a multi-tasker, I’m thinking about these things while another dude and I are groping a nude blond woman in the entrance hall at her house in Santa Monica. I’m sucking on the woman’s chest, her neck, her nipples, trying to give her fake boobs a track of hickies and this guy Todd—who I have never met before in my life— is nude with only a white t-shirt on his head and moaning while the blond woman fondles his balls. The Quaaludes and the cocaine and the alcohol are making me do things I wouldn’t ordinarily do and I unbutton my pants, and the blond woman turns to hump me, and she moans in ecstatic stupor and I get down on my knees, positioning myself underneath her bald pussy so I can lick it and...