Thursday, October 30, 2008

Analect 2.376x



30 October 2008. Dark house, impending rain. Three small candles on blue plate, late night note. Yellow flashlight, wavery sentinal beam...

"I don't like explaining my work." Just that. Or Tango Mío, from Tani Zarja, a la Gardel, muy porteño--make that porteña--make that porteño. An urban confusion, with full intention--where the sprightlyness of a well-cut suit perfectly fits the wearer. Rosas de Otoño... Bearings, knotted cravatte--a Spaniard in the Argentine...both present and lost to time...

"How are you doing?"

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