27 March 2010

Housing Works, one of my favorite places that I rarely come to in the city -- books, coffee, hardwood floors, high ceiling, balcony, small wooden chairs and round tables . . . over stimulation of nostalgia and loved ones everywhere:

• Monet and Brklyn Bridge books = Mom
• tables/chairs = Tulsa dreams of Beats in NY
• Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell = Brixton-aparment sutra epiphany
• cute wife and notebooks = college IHop late nights/early mornings
• metal rolling ladder to high shelf = smell of portland mix, sun burnt arms/neck, stained hands of summer stone masonry
• stage lights strapped to pillars and celing = back stage of ORU's Howard Auditorium where I catch Leslie who stradles and kisses me in costume shop
• inappropriate children run and scream 'round shelves = inappropriate children run and scream 'round pues of worship
• charity to prevent AIDS and HIV = all forbidden scandalous thoughts of homosexuality and poets and classics and Michealangelo, Whitman, and Nureyev
• coffee buzz, rock music, bookshelves = dreams of intellectual peers, coffee buzz "behind the eyes", tape recorded conversations w/brother in midnight living room on E 21st in Tulsa

Amazing/eerie vibe of life collage in scene, as in a dream.