We need a Celine/Miller/Kerouac/Bukowski/type for this time and place. I've chosen myself for the job. What did the man say? No guts no glory? So writing poems from the gut will do. And my star is rising...

Friday, February 04, 2005

industrial buildings

Driving through an industrial corridor at night I had this feeling that the buildings were nice buildings and had their own character and were there as quiet witnesses to the evening and the goings on of say the wind or some batch of trees or a squirrel running past. I said to Zadie, " Hey Zadie, do you think that sometimes those buildings, in their own way, are alive?" Zadie was quiet for a moment, then said, "Yes, a bit, the ones with the lights shining on them..."And I thought about that and thought ya, thats what I meant to say, and I felt validated as we drove on.

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