There was Son of Frankenstein with its German Expressionist sets and scenery chewing hunchback, and cookie bars in a pyrex dish, and the baby crying for a while, passed around fluidly like a garden snake though sets of hands above the ground.
Basil Rathbone was the finest swordsman in Hollywood but had to lose every fight on the silver screen.
We read her a letter from our German friends, and gave her a copy of the Arion Moby Dick as a belated birthday gift.
Where to hang Rineke Dijkstra?
The green wall was serviceable, the yellow was better.
Devra ran across an exhibition of her works while carrying the volleyball across Europe last summer.
The sewage downstairs is gone, but the wreckage remains.
The insurance check is in mom's name, and I know she'd like to spend it on everything except fixing the floor.
Things were always too expensive to fix.
All problems called for the makeshift solution.
She once took me to a therapist for my intractability.
I tracked dark circles across the pages of several booklets and stared at hieroglyphics.
He blamed my behavior on my grandfather's death and instructed her to lock me out of the house and search my room for drugs.
I forget how long I didn't talk to her.
Living here with all their relics, I can call her up like room service.
It's sad to have better conversations with her dead than alive.
Ghostyhead, ghostyhead, standing in the door
You think if you don't answer
I can't hear you anymore
Chains you hung from ear to ear
Finally drug your head
But I can see through anything
I know what you bled
Ghostyhead, Rickie Lee Jones
Wow.
ReplyDeleteWow for the open, clear expression of your self.
Wow to what you are expressing about.
Wow to the little letter/error feature (email a friend), nerdy - excuse me: geek skill. Geekability.
Wow also and last but not least to Ghostyhead by Rickie Lee Jones.