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