September 29, 2012

September 26, 2012

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The streets at the beach
are crowded with weekend
togs and alerted elbows.
Darting glances and furtive
assessments, showy banter,
divert prickly interest
and the sun’s impassive gong.

Away from home
the paroled soul takes in 
the sensuous vista
a drink, a wave, 
the pleasure of having a body.
The tang and tease of a song 
snatched in passing
self-seeds and grows.

September 16, 2012

September 13, 2012

September 10, 2012

September 7, 2012

September 4, 2012

The eyes have it

I encountered two women in the last few days who wore color contact lenses. One set was flagrantly striking - golden banana with an outline of sienna, rather otherworldly. The other wore a more subtle hazel bronze. Seems this color range is in vogue. But regardless of how subtle, they render eye contact, one of the most enjoyable aspects of human interaction, impossible. There is no twinkle. No fleeting recognition of the life within, no exchange. You’re looking into the eyes of a lifeless, if clever, android. And the wearer generally projects an attitude of having an advantage. And they do. You’re shocked and repelled, but mute. Embarrassed. Some part of you needs to honor the sham. As if they really are replicants - but don't know. Someone who refuses to make eye contact at all, or responds with an averted gaze communicates, however lamely, something. But what the opacity of color contacts withhold, in their very engagement, is infinitely more profound.



September 1, 2012

Correspondence / 8

The lady in white, yes! I was watching my fav Woody Allen movie, Manhattan Murder Mystery, a couple nights ago and noticed that the newspaper Diane is reading as she and Woody walk into the lobby of their building is the Daily News. I remember it fondly.

I have wimpy wrists too. You can wear anything I can. I mostly liked the watchband - brown leather and olive canvas. Remember your dog, Olive? She puts in an appearance, snapping at the ocean waves, in my story Once Upon A Time In The Sand.


I enjoyed your video - it had a conceptual/minimalist feel, and a nice presence. Your August Break series posts and photos are tres cool. Love the one of the dinosaur menacing the ferris wheel.

Are there many things better than a toasted tomato sandwich?

I like your hair color. Blonde looks best a tad drab, n'est pas? I'd love to see you in a Louise Brooks style bob, maybe a little longer, but not much.

I'd be overwhelmed living immersed in that kind of history. At least at first. I guess after a while the usual concerns and delights of everyday life take the lead, as they do everywhere. I wonder if the wonder of it all isn't more intense when freshly perceived and experienced. The shock of the new. Though maybe the heightened perception never quite fades for non-natives. New York, though I knew it like the veins in my hand, had the perpetual allure that ex-pats feel in adopted locales, though it, too, eventually ran out. Still, like in most relationships, once the initial infatuation and obvious appeal are absorbed, new facets, deeper appreciation, emerge, fascinating excavations. Passions are domesticated and made comfortable.

So it seems Isaak is headed this way, the first in several years. Time to jug up some water and count batteries. Florida weather is exceptionally predictable - except when there's a hurricane. All things considered, it's a tolerable risk. See you on the other side...



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