July 2009
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here’s to life… & all the happy little deaths of time. to being clothed in a dead man’s sweater in the dead center of summer.
where the hills of this town touch the shimmering hand of god & god doesn’t notice. where i muster up the hesitation, resolved.
& all dissolving in the shivering dream of bliss… & the nondescript slobber of numbness.
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les trois vœux
one) i want the mayor to write a biography of the lady who devotedly feeds pigeons by the bus station. two) i want a child to discover why the vastness of space echoes the emptiness of molecules. three) i want a thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters simultaneously struck by lightning.
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HIS CAMERA, HER CAMERA, MY CAMERA
it was after bagels at the bagelry & emptied coffeecups that we found the little bakery w/an antique store half-hidden in the back. there were coats & clocks, old mirrors & teapots, & a dozen old prints of new york city. i was in that giddy phase that follows breakfast on a sunny sunday morning… i couldn’t imagine a nicer place to be. we ate coffeecake from the bakery...