Your name’s gonna be in lights, Gandhi |
It might not be industrious rats, but in fact a group calling itself Satya-graha.org who place the flowers all around Gandhi. For my part, I am sticking with the rats, they seem better company. They (...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:15:00 GMT |
Free Bhutto |
Gandhi smiles and does nothing, really, because what can he do? He's a statue in Union Square with no more power or influence than the bronze George Washington in the south or the Madonna and Child ac...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 06:28:00 GMT |
Christmas coming down |
The red and white tents are being disassembled as we speak. People were even tossing the refuse of the holiday Bazaar into the rat garden. Soon Gandhi will have the relative peace and quiet of Union S...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 08:52:00 GMT |
Even Gandhi would have slapped him |
It seems poor form to walk up to someone who is staring into a rat garden, enjoying smoking with their headphones firmly in their ears, and tap them on the shoulder. Maybe someone staring into a rat g...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 07:56:00 GMT |
continuous |
a chewed piece of guma (very large) broken tree branchmillions of cigarette buttsan empty mini häagen dazs containera ripped-up parking ticketa lighter
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 13:17:00 GMT |
Listing |
spilled bird seedan empty pack of mustarda yam (uncooked)a fifth of georgi vodka (still)a plastic spoon
Posted by on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 08:47:00 GMT |
Gandhi’s in the kitchen |
Cooking up the medicine. Everything tastes like poisons around the garden today. Cigarettes. Coffee. Cigarettes. Squirrels are digging deep. Why do people say there is a chill to the air, but never th...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:33:00 GMT |
Sunrise, Brooklyn |
The new holes seem to mean the rats are escaping the poisons. you can picture them burrowing out at night, scraping away the dirt from below and emerging, gasping, into the cold night air. Puffs of sm...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:34:00 GMT |
Some kind of new bird |
There were about three crusts of bread and a gathering of finches pecking out them. The tiny brown birds would occasionally get lost in blowing leaves. Also there was an empty pack of Salem's. But the...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 06:14:00 GMT |
Last night I dreamt |
Last night I dreamt of amaryllis. So, of course, I expected to see them on the flaming heart, but it was gone, finally. (Probably because all the rats have been poisoned.) Yesterday it was rearranged,...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 06:39:00 GMT |
