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Thursday
29Oct2009

The Blackening Porches Of Winter

Red tights in motion.

Why has no one ever forced me to read Elizabeth Hardwick before?

If only one knew what to remember or pretend to remember. Make a decision and what you want from the lost things will present itself. You can take it down like a can from a shelf. Perhaps. One can would be marked Rand Avenue in Kentucky and some would recall the address at least as true. Inside the can are the blackening porches of winter, the gas grates, the swarm.

(from Sleepless Nights)

Photograph, unrelated.

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