Scott Lynch Would-be messages from the East Village, in 140 characters or less.
Out of Office Tweet (Automated Response)
Obviously we am very concerning among the flowers.
Ditto says ‘Go Home Now’ but what about the hours?
212-555-4444 but it’s déclassé to phone
or text weekends, and dubious at best Mon. & Fri. & as
for Tues.-Thur. why it’s impossibly busy here at our loft
on Lafayette I really
don’t know what you should do my advice is buy a fat
novel for a couple of bucks from one of those Avenue A
vendors and get on a bus
and stay on it until you finish it could be weeks if it’s
Proust have you read Proust I haven’t but they say he’s
good & takes a lot of
Time you seem to have a lot of Time that’s your
problem you see we’re all tremendously busy I mean we
just don’t have Time so do read Proust
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jdxWould-be messages from the East Village, in 140 characters or less.
Welcome To The East Village: This is Your Demented Realtor Speaking
Here is your sofa. Studio prices are available on the
Web, or via consultation with your Personal Real Estate
Provider. Please — sit down
& be comfortable. That is garbage on the street, & you
might want to avoid that rat. Sadly, rentals are a bit high
right… Look, don’t frown,
we’ve got planeloads of Japanese heading this way very
keen to escape the recent ‘troubles,’ if you see what I
mean, you underfunded clown,
& we do need to impress upon them that this is NY, NY,
with lots of people just like them, that it’s dynamic,
diverse, & a helluva town.
(It’d be one thing if you were a minority, but you’re not
a minority, you’re not even drunk, so get off that sofa or
the cops come round)
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Clint McMahonWould-be messages from the East Village, in 140 characters or less.
Think Café
Think? He can’t even hear! So he’ll just stand & stare at
the barista there: Sleek update of the girl in Manet’s Un
Bar aux Folies Bergère
Literary Investigation
If T.S.E. were 23, would he be a downtown dandy,
mouth full of Jay-Z? LinkedIn loner on Facebook?
Poetry Society grandee? Let us go then,
& take a look. (Everything you wrote that was prophetic
& new, Major Tom, has long come true. So what would
you do now, for Act Two?)
Life
You can either embrace it or invent increasingly
complicated ways to replace it. Either way, it’ll catch
you in the end. Worse, before then
Truth Deferred
One mirror cruel, the other kind, I stick to the latter
when I unwind. If truth is called for, I take a look: The
first reads me like a book
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Margot WoodWould-be messages from the East Village, in 140 characters or less.
Instructions from the Muse
“Tweet!” the birdie cried. “I am tweeting,” the surly poet
replied. “Tweet! Tweet!” “Look, you dumb… sparrow, I
just told you…” “Tweet!”
A Serious Mutt
Would I be caught dead showboating in that dog run
across the street? Nyet. I’m not some pansified “pet”
pawing the air for adoring looks,
I’m here on important business: Waiting for my Master
to exit the Tompkins Square Library with his usual dose
of videos and books
We ♥ Poets!
Ginsberg’s E. 10th St. apt. gutted; O’Hara’s @ 441 E. 9th
unmarked; the plaque outside Auden’s home on E. 8th
gets the dates wrong
Observer With Cataracts
He finds it hard to not be trivial. He skims, he skates, past
the same stores & faces. Epitaph: “He was not convivial,
& he left no traces”
Materialism
He’s stuck with it, a life of fabricated purpose and no
God. Mud encrusted with jewelry stores. His Western
inheritance, along with not
knowing how to dance. Temples, mosques, are alien, and
the Church does not speak. “Maybe,” he thinks, “It’s
time to speak to It”
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