| “there is nothing to change the spirit like a summer crossing” (capote) |

“watch them eat fire.
watch the children grow
legs below the knees, watch
the old men kiss the old women
behind the house walls.
love is when you can hear the flood coming.”
(roger reeves | parable of a blade of grass)

pavese’s napoli, capote’s new york.. fancy a trip south? lead the way
to the reconstruction room, west out chicago.

“and dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
saying, ‘the sun’s not yellow it’s chicken.’”
(dylan | tombstone blues)