July 24, 2011

29. Epitaph for Amy

A penny for the Old Guy. London, 2007. I'm very pleased to meet you! You, the city where everyone has been already. Everyone but me, but the senses already alert! Dark greens and the delicate drum of the drizzle. A woman organising a party and a depressed war hero. The queen of literary elegance. The silent sense of content (contempt?) that everyone gets. A fresh sound oh! but the hair and the eyes! , we like to like her.

(But would we meet her in the House of Mystery?)

Today in Camden, a powdery mirror and a bottle of Jack Daniel's half full. Pockets filled with stones and a "Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again" in Sussex in 1941. Lord, now lettest thy servant depart in peace!