Saturday, 14 August 2010

Passer De Travers

Seeing your sacred heart
and cars
Coming the wrong way

Caused comfort
And joy
To choke

At the city
And it's magie naturelle

1 comment:

  1. A couple of Saturdays ago I met the author of these repressive poems. He ordered a few Calvados and ate handfuls of peanuts.

    Interviewer: So, seeing cars on the wrong side of the road fills your heart with joy?

    GS: Yeah.

    Interviewer: What is the natural magic of a city? And which city?

    GS: You can find magic on any street in Paris: wet gutters, old ladies shopping, Hem's flat, recalcitrant cab drivers, pet shit, one eyed tramps.