Pennies tarnish - turn green the
milky waters of the bay
I have always loved the look of old things. The dark spots that form on silver. The way wood softens around the edges then the grain separates before finally crumbling.
Copper tarnish is beautiful, green-blue, it looks like stain painted onto the surface.
on hulls of schooners
The idea that a barnacle could have the face of Lincoln is ridiculous. It is also amazing. This is the idea of finding Jesus on toast. Satan in the smoke of the World Trade Center.
It is finding the shapes of things in clouds.
But I mean it. I mean that somehow a penny was dropped into a spawning of these little creatures and they took the shape of the Emancipator himself.
Look at barnacles. They are halfway to having faces. They are eyes without heads. Or mouths, they are venus flytraps. They are Audrey II's.
|Ford Theatre curtain fragment.|
Times Square they have a bit of curtain
The smell of the ocean is particularly strong on the east coast. It is different then the Pacific. It smells like brine. Like fish. It smells darker, somehow colder.
From the Ford theater - history
under glass - untouchable
This is true. The fragment of curtain was on display in 2009.
Eventually all faces are left to pictures only
Old photographs are amazing. The faces staring up at you through time. Their eyes still holding whatever thoughts they were having as the shutter snapped shut.
In most antique stores you can find bins of discarded photos, postcards with cursive writing on them. All for sale for under a dollar. Memories for less than food.
there is a thickness to blood lacking in paper
Blood is very hard to clean. It has a strange thickness to it. It smears rather than absorbs.
That copper taste and the red that seals brown
that softens in water
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