Thursday, November 27, 2008

'My ideas were off; like continuity itself I had managed to drag straight things steadily across flat surfaces and all I had to show for were it science-fiction montages of bad dreams, sulphured surfaces and magnificent moments of both substance and emptiness together.'
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Sunday, November 23, 2008

'In an oddfellow sort of way, I would swear a Mr. Morandi had just left and the foggy daylight was about to fall to darkness.'
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'The concealed darkness in an oasis of glum.'
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Saturday, November 22, 2008

'I stood down the hill from the Essex House, watching midtown Manhattan fall apart and darken before my eyes. Wondering what to do, I felt the cold coming on, the night turning serious. I thought of you and realized I had nowhere else to go.'

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'In this natural light of day, everything seemed as real as sin - even the past, whose monuments were stretched all before me.'
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'Even then, my heart jumped alive as I walked along Cherry Street.'
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'Out on the streets of Philadelphia, though the anger was real at least nothing was burning.'
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'I'd thought for a moment about the play of lights across the darkening sky. It seemed as if never before had things come together in this fashion - I was witnessing something completely new.'
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

'My glimpse into the variations of the past yet visible, in the light of the present day, did seem a bit skewed by circumstance. Yet, no one said anything back to me, whether objecting or agreeing. I was still in my own silent film.'

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'One erstwhile category made me sure to be thinking of you : boxes of dry tinder, loads of ready reeds, and that same dark statue everywhere we went.'
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