In Williamsburg, heard Sinead

Was eating lunch in a Williamsburg sandwich shop called Pops and heard Sinead O’Connor’s “Mandinka” playing.  Took me back 20 years, to the summer I lived in mom and dad’s tiny apt at the Alexandria.  Editing there, that brief fling with Melissa that I had to end after one real night the next morning.  Getting…

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The somebody else

Will take care of it attitude among artists. I'm the reward and incentive for others to make the world work.

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Greedy books of the past

vision of fingers grabbing out from books in bookshelves in bookstore.  the greed of authors past trying to buttonhole you.  brought to mind the blake quote “eternity is in love with the productions of time”

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Art can always be made

Don’t you believe that it can’t.  It always can be.  The moment is renewed and you’re standing there gawking–yes it was true all along.

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hard to fathom it but

you have to be celebrated for what you uniquely have become.  owing to the world, sure, but not a copy of others owed.

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