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Back to the lilacs (drippings from Amor Towles)

master of the hunt so many buttons reading, reflecting, the usual rigmarole onto Red Square turned his back to the lilacs the rudeness awaited of a belfry window the size of a chessboard doleful eight a great conniving on the docks of Peterhof ‘must learn to say goodbye’ father’s twice tolling clock the(…)
Writing is bosh (droppings from George Orwell)

long lines of bugs marched all day largely foreigners at twenty-five centimes a sock six liters on Saturday’s he declaims that shiver the stones a piece of bad luck the thing you knew your food is bread and margarine food insulting you only food no clothes hardly ever without writing is bosh(…)
Not so new addiction V

– continued – Staying On by Paul Scott The Longest Journey by E.M. Forster Where Angels fear to Tread by E.M.Forster Mother’s and Sons by Colm Tóibín A Fighting Chance by Elizabeth Warren New Ways to Kill your Mother by Colm Tóibín The Blue Flower by Penelope Fitzgerald Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy(…)
Slap time (scales from Jamaica Kincaid

why not a school rain is just the thing be frank, white in need could slap time with people who despise you rare snout-mouth fish
Lethal queen (grains plucked from Colm Toibin)

sweetness gives way to stench
Every useless thing in my house (specks from Marcel Proust)

lay like scales on my eyes a traveler would be hurrying being made comfortable uncle pulling my curls a rope let down from heaven gusts of memory rooms in winter or lodging ‘that is not the way’ take a mental share unable to guide it back studied the envelope for five minutes loosely-knotted every useless(…)
Other onions (pinches of Colm Toibin)

the more stray memories on nothing much who stole my yellow bicycle four years dead like many idlers this street quarter of anywhere cuffs turn backwards Whistler etchings boiling up in vast ignorant, impudent the most remarkable, inexplicable another father any son dead when he was eight days old unrelenting hatred had ten(…)

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The Potato Eater

Back to the lilacs (drippings from Amor Towles)

Writing is bosh (droppings from George Orwell)

Not so new addiction V

Slap time (scales from Jamaica Kincaid

Lethal queen (grains plucked from Colm Toibin)

Every useless thing in my house (specks from Marcel Proust)

Other onions (pinches of Colm Toibin)

Books By Alison Leslie Gold
The Potato Eater The raw true story of Padric, a gay hustler from the Bronx who spent 1941-1965 in and out of 20 prisons