I like the smell of old books.
Have you ever heard the sound of 16mm film rolling through a Bolex camera? It sounds like the smell of old books. I can't explain it, but they're the same. I like old books and old movies and old dogs. And Kris Kristofferson. Do you know how Ella Fitzgerald sounds better on vinyl? I mean her voice actually sounds better -
And the sound of a "Y" key being struck on a Remington typewriter - it sounds like the smell of stale cigar smoke that has soaked into the browned linoleum hallways of a battered office building.
I don't know why I like these things.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Ode to Public Transportation
8 days ago
I was riding the 92 bus
and the bus stopped at l'Ecole Militaire
I looked out the window
at the bus stop bench
and there sat a woman
she was older than 60
but younger than 70
she wore a bright red dress that buttoned all the way down the front
and hose
she had bright bleached hair
she held a mirror
the woman was primping
she was applying lipstick
I thought at first
but on the 92 bus I was wrong
the old lady in the red dress on the bench at the bus stop
held a mirror in her left hand
held tweezers in her right hand
and waited for the 82 bus and plucked her mustache
I was riding the 92 bus
and the bus stopped at l'Ecole Militaire
I looked out the window
at the bus stop bench
and there sat a woman
she was older than 60
but younger than 70
she wore a bright red dress that buttoned all the way down the front
and hose
she had bright bleached hair
she held a mirror
the woman was primping
she was applying lipstick
I thought at first
but on the 92 bus I was wrong
the old lady in the red dress on the bench at the bus stop
held a mirror in her left hand
held tweezers in her right hand
and waited for the 82 bus and plucked her mustache
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Word Artisan: The Game
It's a Scavenger Hunt.
Can you find these words in the glass menagerie of Paris?
I write knowing you will know my words.
You will hear them in your sleep,
each word an arrow in your quiver
poised to defend the
virtuous arena of your dreams.
[I will give you a clue: FondationCartier.]
Hurry! The game is over June 22.
Can you find these words in the glass menagerie of Paris?
I write knowing you will know my words.
You will hear them in your sleep,
each word an arrow in your quiver
poised to defend the
virtuous arena of your dreams.
[I will give you a clue: FondationCartier.]
Hurry! The game is over June 22.
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