Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
“Jack Kerouac” Made Me Write This Poem
[coolplayer]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4z8Zvo2PDw[/coolplayer]
something of the city builds inside as a lonely horn pines for the connection… the moment in the past… when we had something besides a plain future and instead saw everything with wild eyed color and deep depressed shadow. that me has gone leaving a strong scent of information and light for this one to cling to…
(mturro – NYC – 12/2006)
I know that pine!
Been hearing it every night on my walks to the shed for a cigarette to haggle over the future with, eerie really, but serene. I think this is one of the reasons people like to drink more, to combat this feeling and push it away. Me, I’d rather embrace it and that’s what I been trying to do lately, that, and trying to establish the Helping Friendly Bookstore a presence in the Amazon.com community.
I know that pine!
Been hearing it every night on my walks to the shed for a cigarette to haggle over the future with, eerie really, but serene. I think this is one of the reasons people like to drink more, to combat this feeling and push it away. Me, I'd rather embrace it and that's what I been trying to do lately, that, and trying to establish the Helping Friendly Bookstore a presence in the Amazon.com community.