It just so happens to be at this point . . . The television’s on, muted. And the ocean reduces its face. Ebb upon ebb, Soap after soap, each retreating, fleet. Close-ups remit themselves but reducing, rude. Waves rescind themselves from the shore. to the tube. Faces floating, cellophaning like Retreat from the mile-markers. Denude […]
Darin Ciccotelli
Darin Ciccotelli: Right of Way
That other self isn’t difficult. It piano-vamps to conversation, is errand-happy, and roams the lamb-colored earth. At Christmas, it dotes on upholstery flowers. Time-dull cars, W.C.’s, dubs— I have faltered in my tries for more. Who doesn’t halt at the fireworks? Yes, it is eelkissing, love of bubble-wrap noise, the hybrid musk of gardenia and […]