Looking For

the key.

"if only i could find the right door"

original photo by mongo (yours truly)

Writing these days is slow. Madrid is beastly hot. I've been sitting here for hours, pondering the uses and abuses and layers and density of procrastination. yesterday was shifting. today is leaning. tomorrow may be better yet. Here's a poem, another one by the beautiful Gerard Malanga. Another one that I've fallen in love with, again and again.

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Lost Time

There is a passage by Walter Benjamin I cannot locate.

There is a street in Paris that this passage describes

lost in time.

There is a shop window reflecting back

what I see for the last time.

The affiches have long since disappeared from the tunnels.

Among the photographs in my head are some I have never taken.

--Gerard Malanga--

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(originally published in a collection of poetry called Memory's Snapshots 1990-2000. quoted here from No Respect: New & Selected Poems 1964-2000.)