You can do the job while you're in town
Surely enough The Lover is on his bookshelf. I'm pleased and displeased. I, too can wear a hat on a boat I think. The rule is Be a creature unlike any other.
Duras herself was surprised by the breathless praise The Lover received; she dismissed the book, even going so far as to rewrite it, in the form of notes to a film, as The North China Lover. And Laure Adler, in her unauthorized biography Marguerite Duras: A Life, writes that the author had harsh words for it, international acclaim or no.
“The Lover is a load of shit,” she told Annaud when the two were collaborating on the film adaptation. “It’s an airport novel. I wrote it when I was drunk.”
--excerpted from the Paris Review
Charming sun-filled day. Love. Airy, air. Every time I step out into the street and walk into town I regret that I am here. I've long since peeled away all the layers of social responsibility. Audio books in my apartment is what I do, what fills the face of the clock. When I think back on this time I know it will come back to me as a shiny black street with a car racing by and my heart sinking like a stone. I don't care if you don't like me saying it. Complaining is an addiction, and yet. The fishermen-cabbies told me everything I need to know about hardship, and I'll miss them most of all.
The loss of a person is a soul loss, the loss of whatever you thought was your past. --Cris Kraus speaking in Calgary, Sept 2017
A sharp elbow
Beat Bobby Flay
As dumb as a plumb. As dumb as an ankle. -- Lisa Robertson
Spending money like I'm making it and feeling numb to the shame of Winners and idleness, because the answer isn't here yet.