noise | noise
Oct.07.2009
Back in Paris last night, back to the motorcycles parked below, the amplified sound of a drill in the next block, passing phone conversations, a crocodile of kids heading from the primary school to the swimming pool in the basement of a shelter for the deranged and/or homeless. Did I mention my...
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Jul.05.2009
It's a good thing I never write at night. Especially last night, what with all the bombs bursting in air, sparklers, boomers, screamers, and zingers going off in all directions, until all hours. There hasn't been an offcial July 4th fireworks program in my town for decades, and shooting them...
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Jun.19.2009
I startle with each crash as log after log is tossed into the truck bed behind me in my neighbor's yard. This part of his yard is far from his house and usually unpopulated, but since that first startling crash when a huge limb separated itself from the tree there has been a buzz of activity...
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Nov.13.2008
I just finished reading The City of Falling Angels by John Berendt, which is a story that begins and ends with the saga of the burning of La Fenice, the opera house in Venice. In between--as he did in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil--we learn about the most interesting denizens of the city...
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Feb.19.2008
I went to Reno this weekend, booked in for two days and left after one. A packet of noise, masses of parents and kids swarming over soft toys in the Circus Circus midway, pushing, shoving, the overweight, the underweight, the masses out for a pickle, a buffet, a shite salad with stale kidney beans...
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