By Jeff M
I decided to sit in the bookstore this afternoon for a change. From my home to the car, the heat reaffirmed my belief in the existence of hell: the nails that bind my porch together have begun to push their heads above the dry, ancient boards of maroon, and the dashboard is of molten lava.
Inside the store I sit in a striped armchair and look over a book on William Blake and Charles Bukowski, as well as the recent addition of The American Poetry Review. There is a young and handsome looking man across from me reading some book about Star Wars, of all things. In the chair next to me is a woman reading a book about Switzerland; the man across from her, her husband, also reads from a book about Switzerland. As I can gather from the whispered words they speak, they are planning a trip there and are looking for the best book about Switzerland.
I have nothing to say about this couple. My experience sitting among them revealed nothing to me about human nature, except perhaps that people enjoy the idea of going somewhere else. This is nothing new. This observation is nothing new.
I will now give pause and floss my teeth.
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And now I will attempt to transcribe one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite films, Beowulf and Grendel.
"Dooooom, dooo, dooo...! Ah, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na..."
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"You're going to have to save yourself," said Charles Bukowski.
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