Monday, November 17, 2008
round
there are a few different ways in which we are: we are around each other. we are rounding up. we are surrounded. we are rotund (me mostly). we are roundabout. rounded. round.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
growth
and how much thicker and longer do these spammers really think i want to get?
Friday, November 07, 2008
for your pleasure
gifts. at any one time, you may have a gift arriving from cote d'ivoire, a gift waiting at the post office, a gift for pissing people off, a gift horse. toothache.
Monday, November 03, 2008
the worm
sitting on a bus/train/plane to somewhere. i tell him that maybe i can now talk to him again. and the dream switches instantly, just like that, to the old dream that disappeared years ago. the worm is back.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
description
in the back of a truck with a coffee, i explain that there is "the girl" and "the friend who's a dancer" and "you and me" and "the american" and...
a trio of mucky children play football with an empty coke can. they want to look at the girl's beads. they want to touch a white man's hairy legs, the want to climb all over and tell all about school, football, soweto. they want to be the stars of the show, the want 50c-a-piece. they want to show off their shoes and their dancing skills. far far away, an alto-stratus translucidus shapes up to veil the moon with a dark drape. a party goes underway, sloppily, while the market winds down outside. baristas make coffees and grappas. the girl dances on her own. black boys and girls stare shamelessly and smile. black girl in white skin, they say, and what can you say about that.
a trio of mucky children play football with an empty coke can. they want to look at the girl's beads. they want to touch a white man's hairy legs, the want to climb all over and tell all about school, football, soweto. they want to be the stars of the show, the want 50c-a-piece. they want to show off their shoes and their dancing skills. far far away, an alto-stratus translucidus shapes up to veil the moon with a dark drape. a party goes underway, sloppily, while the market winds down outside. baristas make coffees and grappas. the girl dances on her own. black boys and girls stare shamelessly and smile. black girl in white skin, they say, and what can you say about that.
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