From the bus it’s enchanting.
The slum’s become a rich kid’s plaything,
a cardboard cutout mock-up
of someone else’s reality.

The ‘empty’ lots are a subtle
blending of weeds and garbage,
a resting place for one’s eyes,
if nothing else.

Bricked-up windows!
A visual pun,
at once a daring marriage of opposites
(like the freeway shoes
one sees on one’s travels
in California)
and a hard-hitting metaphor
for what can be reserved
for thinking about
on greyer days.

Shadows crisply slice triangles from flat walls,
creating the illusion of deep space.
Negative spaces in old church towers
punch out pieces of the sky –
blue cookies from an antique cutter.

Ghosts of messages
once painted on brick walls
seem to float
over rusted-out automobile husks.
Only that crazy artist, chance,
would dare combine
such colours, textures, patterns
and make it work.
That’s the wonder of it all –
it works!

Not for long.
Shadow edges fuzz, disappear.
The weaver of thin, durable,
enduring broadcloth takes over,
and the suburban connoisseur
turns back to his book,
on his way
to the end of the line.

Sheila Sondik


August 24, 2019

Your suggestions make even my soul blush…

You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.

Haruki Murakami


August 24, 2019

Pornography will have shrunk to porn and porn further shrunk away altogether, disappearing because it can no longer be distinguished from what we see everywhere around us on the Internet…on cable television, in movies, magazines, advertisement, music videos. Porn will have become our cultural wallpaper.

Carmine Sarracino and Kevin M. Scott
The Porning of America

The Young

August 24, 2019

I wouldn’t say that I dislike the young. I’m simply not a fan of naïveté. I mean, unless you have an erotic interest in them, what other interest could you have? What are they going to possibly say that’s of interest? People ask me, Aren’t you interested in what they’re thinking? What could they be thinking? This is not a middle-aged curmudgeonly attitudea middle-aged curmudgeonly attitude; I didn’t like people that age even when I was that age…

I always liked people who are older. Of course, every year it gets harder to find them. I like people older than me

Fran Lebowitz
A Humorist at Work
Paris Review summer 1993