ON BEAUTY ( Read more... )

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored skin," "thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"); and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark ( Read more... )

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something has got to be wrong when even before you start, you realize it's too late. the never-ever-ending hours of a.m., tic toc tic toc. gulping down my bottle of port with shaking hands, cigarette burns. hiding in his coat, on the staircase. "no, officer, we aren't drunk". slurrrrr slur, blurry motherfuckers. cough yourself to death, in the ( Read more... )