Saturday, May 15, 2010

897. ONE THING ABOUT L'AVVENTURA

ONE THING
ABOUT L'AVVENTURA

We go out, leaving through the central
doorway. She wears a white scarf,
entwined around her neck like the
tendrils of a vine. The noise of
shoes on flooring is heard.
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Raucous behavior, I have come to find,
is not new : Edie Sedgewick and all that
crowd, in and of itself, tried defining
a time by just such antics. Something
about that book always had an ending.
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Now, instead, I stand outside your
window, looking in. The most
beautiful people in the world,
and all their expenses, are lined
up at the marble counter. Each one
pays their price, and the Turkish
guy, the most suave gent there
is, kisses each woman, gently,
on the cheek as they leave.

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