"You might come here Sunday on a whim." Richard Hugo, in "Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg" * * * * * * "Let me gaze into your lovely eyes, said a man to a mirror." Russell Edson, in "The Tormented Mirror" * *
6.24.2008
whatever happened to howard cosell?
where are the fur hats and the vodka with black bread, hard boiled egg, and red onion? where have i parked my steamship blue lada? where have i left my glossy mafia catalog and my uzi t-shirt? where have i left my capitalism golf polo and free enterprise key chain? somewhere in the taiga amid the permawind i am sitting on a frozen lake fishing for pushkin. i am freezing on a lake fishing for akhmatova and painting death smiles on snowmen. where are the fur hats and the gold wide world of sports blazers? whatever happened to howard cosell?
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