"Sometimes I wish I hadn’t turned away."
"But both of us can’t explode our lives."
"I wish you hadn’t turned away."
"But we’ve already exploded our lives so many times."
I wish it were as hot as it was that day when we ran into the waves of the St. Augustine beach and I slept while you flew your Chinese kite.
I have forgotten the words in the dust on the windows of the unremembered souvenir shop along that narrow vein of a highway in Florida.
Your knuckles bleed. The boys ran off. We’re left alone in the 3am air- touched only by the asphalt and the spanish moss that gropes for us.
This is just to say hello
and to let you know
I think of you from time to time.
As I drove around the dimly lit mountain, I realized I miss being alone.
A girl in my class, who babysat your daughter, said she saw you passed out on the couch one night. Your arm hung over the edge and the tip of your finger grazed an empty bottle of wine. Most of the wine, she remembered, had spilled out on the carpet under the coffee table.
Highway 11 Bridge heading towards New Orleans - 1951
Photo by A. Pelle
Where it does end.
Pantone 13-3820 TCX Lavender Fog
- The Mummy (Universal)
- The Dunwich Horror
- Children of the Corn
- In the Mouth of Madness
- Hellraiser II
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer (season 3)
- The Shining
- The Thing (1982)
I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we’ll collect the moments one by one
I guess that’s how the future’s done
—Feist “Mushaboom” Let It Die
Sometimes, you have to spend 90% of the work building a goddamn frame for your cheap paneling that seems irreparably warped. And if that’s all…you do today, so be it.
Today where everything is being brought into sight the realism of art has bewildered us, confused us and forced us to re-invent in order to retain that which the older generation had without that effort.
The only realism in art is of the imagination. It is only thus that the work escapes plagiarism after nature and becomes a creation
—William Carlos Williams “Spring and All”