This run seems like the red night of Gowanus…. defending the honor of fair maidens all about the lands of Brook….. or maybe Quixote bending at Moulin Rouges all up Pigalle into Montmartre. History will tell us, we must squire on like Sancho Panza.
And Moses split the sky with enormous water towres of Babel…. the old Italian neighborhoods split by highways and housing projects along the Gowanus… their Mafia, like an old fifedum surrounded by the Government – under seige, but you couldn’t cut them off with water, or walls, or asphalt…. they tunneled out by night along the BQE highjacking trucks and living off the swag. The whoe neighbor hood was smoking tax freee Marlboroughs and eating prime rib…
Spent the evening with Lady Kate, delivering her repaired and signed painting before she flys off to OZ to spend more time with the long distance love. She is invoved in an intense relationship borne on a tour of India and nurtured (coincidence?) by the internet. She reads to the guy’s kids (C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series) over the computer and talks constantly by way of the information super highway… it is a kind of relationship you couldn’t have untill very recently. Still, falling into big brother mode, I was warning her that virtual love and being stuck in a room with some dumb bastard who farts and sweats are entirely different things. If she doesn’t believe me, she should ask my better half. But the girl has stars in her eyes and new love is new love… which we concluded was a form of insanity, so all those who have survived love and slipped into our bitter detante of marriage, or “long term relationship” have to look out a little for the starry eyed dreamers…. so they don’t, you know, run off a cliff or something.
