Saturday, October 29, 2011
Dreams of other cities.
A meal, simple, green. Different eyeglasses looking at each other. Long woolen ensconced bodies, lean and moving. I had just read about theories of walking, which indicated that walking was a way to find unmitigated places. Locations unwatched by those who surveil, map, create geographies and metrics. As pedestrians we suddenly leave the street, try on hats, smoke a cigarette in the doorway, eat salads. Our feet can suddenly change black-booted direction. I met him for the first time in the lobby of the Carleton Arms hotel. He was smaller than I had thought, but also more beautiful. We sat on the stairs and watched Sammy the lobby dweller become vaudevillian, before playing Buck Hunter in Gramercy like teenagers. Before I knew how dirty he could be in the bedroom.