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diebenkorn pt 4

In 100, by Nora on November 5, 2019 at 10:54 am

the cracking-paint shabbiness of haight street and telegraph avenue; of musty incense sticks sold by aging free-lovers, their splintery white hair and beards stuffed under knit caps or ponchos; of amoeba peppered with neon sale-price tags on slightly scratched CDs; of beat poet-era bookstores stuffed with concrete poetry novellas perused by the be-fleeced and be-flanneled: those were the city senses of my childhood. ten years now i’ve been losing that parched, pastel smell behind the contradictory bougieness and rankness that is the bowery and atlantic: impossible stilettos, sweating-hot trash bags, newly-chromed corporate slickness and subway-dense diversity warring and interweaving thornily.

  1. i don’t know how you’re doing it but somehow you’re making me fall in love with two cities I have a lot of hate for

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