I.
Vibrancy is a euphemism for disorder
We imagine our cities to be vibrant
When what we mean is that they are disorderly
II.
Doesn’t shoegazing imply gazing at one’s own shoes?
I spend my train commute examining the shoes of others.
Feet, too. And not passively either.
No, I inquire to myself — but never aloud —
why this one chose to wear those shoes with that outfit
Or why someone’s ugly toes are adorned with conspicuous paint.
I don’t know where to begin or end on this one, but I also don’t want to copy the whole poem, since I don’t have that permission. Give the whole thing a read.
WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD is true. I was in his house. His wife carried
a tray of coffee and sugar. His daughter filed her nails, his son went
out for the night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol on the
cushion beside him. The moon swung bare on its black cord over
the house. On the television was a cop show. It was in English.
Broken bottles were embedded in the walls around the house to
scoop the kneecaps from a man’s legs or cut his hands to lace.
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i can smell this picture, and it makes me so happy.
from Carrington with love on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/14972561
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