Intagliod Up in Blue

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Thursday, September 03, 2009

My Childhood Love And Countryman, As Gypsies We Must Roam Forever. But Perhaps The Fates Do Not Foresake Us, And Our Travels Can Be Together.

a-smk at 7:04 PM

a-smk: "I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self." John Hawkes

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