Jonathan: Scotch-taping boxes, Scotch-taping pans and pens, and cans, and fans. Scotch-taping hats. Scotch-taping masks, and books, and sheets. Scotch-taping incense, Scotch-taping perfumes, and shampoos, and tools. Scotch-taping bottles, Scotch-taping photos, and scarves, and jewels. The flowers shall remain. I know it’s wrong, ’cause I should Scotch-tape them too.
poetry
Two friends, on a poetic life.
Cecily: Foster is a young man I met at the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. He was such a gentle soul, and an inspiring one. I didn’t think to ask his last name, and he doesn’t know mine. When we parted it felt romantic not to swap details, but now I feel a sense of loss. The only way I could think to contact him again was to leave a note on the literary board in Shakespeare and Company, where he goes all the time to read and to hide his photographs in the pages of their books as a kind of art quest for the public.
Charles: Oh God. Do you ever do things that aren’t poetic?
Elijah, on sadness.
Elijah: Sometimes sadness makes me very unhappy.
Two friends, on bed.
Vinnie: I love being in bed with my gym socks on, like a fourteen year-old American teenager.
Cecily: I love being in bed naked with volumes of my own poetry, like an 18th Century cortigiana onesta.
Two friends, on gifts.
Charles: Has my parcel arrived?
Cecily: It has not. Believe me, when it does, you will know about it. I will be so excited.
Charles: But you don’t even know what it is yet.
Cecily: I assume you only ever gift great books and letters.
Charles: Not untrue.
Cecily, on beauty.
Cecily: The aim of beauty is to keep the populace hypnotised, (hence desperate to be led to safety), by the menacing wit of Wintours and other robots, manufactured upon polished skin and cigarettes. This world, all of it imaginary, is what we like best, for it is a reincarnation of the picture books we suckled at in our youth. In a world where the wild things are real, it’s all the better to see them cloaked in glitter.
Two friends, on introspection.
Charles: I am glad you can be introspective. Most people can’t, at least not honestly. They do not like what they see or can’t deal with the prospect of having spent so much time being wrong. That’s me at least.
Cecily: I like finding out that i have been wrong. It seems right. Or at least poetic.
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