I didn't write any lunch poems today. I did eat tacos, however. In the tradition of O'Hara and Ammons, I'd like to compose "walk" poems. Instead, though, lately I've been taking pictures.
Today, beautiful fall afternoon. 39 Fahrenheit--cold. Bright blue sky, cold sunshine. Farmers Market. At the corner, two members of Toad in the Hole busking for goodwill. I gazed at a mess of apples, pears, and squashes and listend to Matthew and John play "A Man You Don't Meet Everyday." Quite lovely.
I walked home through alleys. Here's my journey.
3 comments:
I remember seeing Toad in the Hole once. It was nice. I thought Joel looked rather unhappy that day.
I like your photos as well. The one of the two shopping carts looks x-rated. Is that where those little shopping carts come from?
Tony, these are gorgeous. I recognize a lot of the spots from around town!
I read a good essay today by Rebecca Solnit about walking and Thoreau and the progress of science and the atom bomb and Utopianism vs. Arcadianism. It's called "Lise Meitner's Walking Shoes" and it's from Savage Dreams. She's giving a reading or talk here on Dec. 2 that I plan to attend.
Ashley
Tom--Joel may be unhappy. I think I might be unhappy if I were Joel. He only gets to play that little drum thing.
Ashley--Thanks. You'll have to lend me that walking essay. I like walking. You put one foot in front of the other, and keep doing it.
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