East Village Tweets | May 24 - The Local East Village Blog

Michelle Rick

Would-be messages from the East Village in 140 characters or less.

Clouds, rain, ice, wind or lung-stopping heat pursue
him, in any country, on almost any day. God’s
punishment for spending ten years in L.A.

The taxi driver from Senegal has lived in Dijon, NY,
Barcelona, and Kansas. He speaks three languages. Just
another working stiff, y’all

‘The debris of laptops’ (Colin Firth) on silvery display.
Everyone mit coffee & Mac. We all changed so quickly.
Can we please change back?

Writers mythologized it, residents boasted of it, tourists
ate it up. Now landlords happily serve it to us, in a
grimy, $2,000 plastic cup

For her the phallus was a patriarchal symbol merely. Not
the thing which (together with the other thing) peopled
the entire planet

With each new mistress he records her orgasm to use as a
ringtone, 8 so far. For his wife, the Theremin from The
Day the Earth Stood Still

Rain pour down as we kiss under red canopy of Rai Rai
Ken STOP Neither cute as button STOP But so very
very happy after all day shop END

Years ago he saw her there. The face gone vague now.
Summer heat. Marble floor. Short hair? And the legs –
long, ‘toned,’ thrillingly bare

It’s not Strauss-Kahn he fixates on, nor the IMF or plots
or politics or Sarkozy. Nope: It’s the luxury, the $3,000
hotel room, the money

Feet gone black. Morphine dripping. ‘Mother, is there
anything I can do?’ Blue eyes open. ‘Always do your
best!’ Hours later, Eternal Rest

Inside, a barking void. Outside, where the world was,
she became flustered, annoyed. But what to do? She had
to earn a living, too,

talk to faces in bars, find a mate, gulp meds, & slowly
photoshop her moods from a range of fiery reds to a
pale, socially neutral blue

East Village Tweets | May 24