Monday, April 18, 2011
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Open Studios
: gather a sack of laundry, the whites and brights, haul on my shoulder into a chilly morning; the coffee shop with a bagel and vegetables, reading Grotesque by Natsuo Kirino on the couch, a toddler smiles and waves at me before getting on the other couch; singing to Annie Lennox: Diva; getting dressed for Open Studios, missed a bus so stop into The Blarney Stone for a beer; stop at Starbuck’s on 2nd Street, wait for D.; people roaming the halls, in and out of studios; meet C.’s parents; helping hand out Tecate’s; the arrival of the taco truck and the winding line; a burrowing cough in my lungs; take the bus downtown with D. he goes to the gym then to Deco, I to the 38; then Gaspare’s to order dinner, take it home; T. plays Rock Band drums, C. and W. work on their laptops; wine with United States of Tara and some of Nurse Jackie; crawl into bed, eager for the black.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
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Rainbow
This rainbow preceded a burst of cold, a hail storm, a rainstorm and a woman babbling/cackling/yelling/speaking for 20 minutes straight.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Jonathan Franzen: Freedom
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Airing America's dirty laundry... perhaps a little too soon... anxiety, tug-of-war, watching a car crash slowly... if anyone is around to look back on the turn of the millennium and the decade that followed then this novel will be source material... the message kept simmering... dragging... we know what to do and yet we tug while gravity pulls us into the fall... but there are people out there unwilling to bend, unwilling to stop, and they are heroes... staying true to yourself is never the easy road, but what else is there to live for?
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