May 31, 2013

i don't feel like a star anymore.  maybe we will like it better.

we will try them again.  i remember myself  being more of the observer.  you were the star.

May 28, 2013

to cut off your metal bustier.  

i am dreaming of you.  you are telling me to get the can-opener 

don't show me these things.  they drive me crazy.  stupid little men.

May 27, 2013


   i will dream of stupidity.  meanness.  beauty.

adele, i was on the beach too long.  i am fading.

after the fourth shock, the memories will be new, the future will be mysterious again.

May 26, 2013

after you leave, after the house, we'll play it like the old masquerade.

May 24, 2013

(by dinner she had completely changed.  but so had i.)

(by seven in the morning she is a teenager)

May 23, 2013

(a few nights i have witnessed adele's complete transformation into a young ballerina.)

May 22, 2013

(adele is still on and off the ship.  williams and arp have stayed.  the plane just happens to be passing.)

May 21, 2013

i'll be on the road with you again.  we'll play it like the old masquerade.

out with the old, bring in the new!  i remember things that never even happened!

adele, these shocks seem to be working.  i was so tired of the old stories, circulating around and around.

May 20, 2013

you are letting us in that house and then we will run.  we will be off again.

i have to go back to the clinic.  i have two more treatments left.  the last we will go in.

May 19, 2013

there are so many photographs, so many images, journals, files.  can we go in there?

at the far end of the hall, there is an enormous  open window.
the wind plays tricks in these hallways.  all the doors fly open
all the time.  there is sunlight at this time of the day.  it could
have been dark.  it is an empty house now.  no one is in it.  it is
used for storage.

May 18, 2013

i thought he would be one of us.  but i haven't seen him.

May 17, 2013

mina loy took the ship to argentina.  craven took a sailboat.  he was never seen again.

that is a picture of arthur cravan.  i am standing next to a locker, extreme right.
that is a young sam beckett on arthur's shoulder.

i've rarely seen this side of you.  are these rooms the story of your life?  is this why you
are showing more of your face to me?  who is the boxer?  

May 16, 2013

May 15, 2013

there is a photograph of us in 1962 hanging on the wall.  don't they look like us?  i hope they are not at the same party. 

slipping out of your panties.

you are in the middle of the room disrobing, slipping out of your things.

now i am looking through the windows of an establishment, a bar.  it is familiar.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

adele, give me two minutes.

arthur!  knock twice first!