66 Square Feet (Plus): New York Spring: Fiddling while Rome Burns

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

New York Spring: Fiddling while Rome Burns

These are outside a Catholic Church on East 65th at Lexington. A funny garden complete with Mary statue. Classic rose and clematis combination.

Foxgloves, needing a fox.
Rome is South Africa, where my brother Francois and wife and daughter are safe after a bad experience, complete with the old creaking-stair warning. Thank God for wooden stairs. And panic buttons.

Petrol, writes my mother, has risen by 50c a liter. Paraffin, the fuel of poor people, by 70c.

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AnonymousJune 4, 2008 at 1:42 PM
I don't know what to say... At least thank god, Pokey is back! But I feel silly to be isolated in my safe Vancouver cocoon while everybody else is having a rough ride...
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MarieJune 4, 2008 at 1:49 PM
Yeah - it makes little irritations look really, little.
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Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes

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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

New York Spring: Fiddling while Rome Burns

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