When I first thought that my musings might be good fodder for a column, if nothing else than to serve as a public forum for my self-obsession, I immediately began worrying that people would think I was trying to emulate the very successful Candace Bushnell and her "Sex & The City" legacy, or at least …
"The rich know almost nothing about the poor. They don't clean their houses. Whereas the poor can turn on TV, not only house cleaners, and see how the rich live. And if you are a house cleaner you know exactly how individual rich people live."
Come sit with me, in valleys
of my shoulder blades,
whistle something in my ear
No PC art could rescue her;
this thinness where thick plump belongs.
Who wrote "Breakfast at Tiffany's"? Nowadays, you could be a millionaire if you know this answer. The recent surge in the popularity of game shows has me baffled.
In a beauty shop called Perfect Look
your blindness sits upon a couch.
"Any man of sense would remember that the eyes are doubly confused from two different causes, both in passing from light to darkness and from darkness to light; and believing that the same things happen with regard to the soul also, whenever he sees a soul confused and unable to discern anything he would not …
"People who live the kind of lives that I write about want escape from those lives. They don’t want to dwell imaginatively in the lives that they are living. They want their books to be set on Capri. And why the hell not!"
I promised you, I know, I know—
I'd wash a gravel pile of clothes
It's half-past two,
sunny as a shiny penny
rubbing pockets of the world.
