Call me Chalk. I am Pulp Christ as well – a real character lodged in the attic of my imagination. Beside his bed you’ll find Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions, a book he adores so much that there’s another copy by the toilet. When he feels like it he’ll read Crow by Ted Hughes; Lionel Asbo by Martin Amis; Pulp by Charles Bukowski, Melville, Burroughs, Capote, Arlt, Onetti, or Rivera Letelier, among others. Impressed by Hughes’s impressive myth-making, when he has the time, he will often be found sketching images from Crow.
His favorite movies are Taxi Driver, American Psycho, Easy Rider, Kill Bill and, of course, Pulp Fiction, which he considers a masterpiece. Sometimes he likes to believe he is Travis Bickle or Patrick Bateman but what he really enjoys is playing Clint Eastwood’s character in The Good, The Bad & The Ugly. He believes Francis Bacon is the greatest artist ever, followed by Goya. He also enjoys some of Holbein’s, especially his Henry VIII’s, as he looked exactly like my Grandfather Leslie Chalk, or the other way round.
Ah! he is fascinated with Denis Hopper, Tom Waits and Uma Thurman.
Miles Davis is his hero. Regarding what he doesn’t like, that’s another story.
He also loves his English Bulldog Kilgo, named for the main character in Vonnegut’s novel. From time to time he provides him (Kilgo, not Vonnegut) with a good supply
of valium’s to sharpen his perception – well, he takes them as well. Kilgo also accompanies him on his occasional Sunday strolls up to Union Square where
he’ll scan the crowd hoping to find a game of chess.
He knows his dreams are extraordinary.
The mental and physical suffering he’s endured moved him to always carry a gun along with his crown of thorns… I would’ve preferred a Smith & Wesson but
I didn’t have enough cash so I went with a Colt 45 which, in the end, worked out just fine. Yes, just fine indeed.
So Pulp Christ has been re-resurrected to restore order to the here and now.
The Romans didn’t know they were crucifying an Alien.