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| author | Case Duckworth | 2015-04-04 23:58:22 -0700 |
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| committer | Case Duckworth | 2015-04-04 23:58:22 -0700 |
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| @@ -13,36 +13,44 @@ project: | |||
| 13 | 13 | ||
| 14 | epigraph: | 14 | epigraph: |
| 15 | content: | | 15 | content: | |
| 16 | So Death plays his little [fucking](apollo11.html) trumpet. | 16 | So Death plays his little fucking trumpet. |
| 17 | So what, says the boy. | 17 | So what, says the boy. |
| 18 | attrib: Larry Levis | 18 | attrib: Larry Levis |
| 19 | link: "http://michaelduke.org/2014/07/20/larry-levis-boy-in-video-arcade/" | ||
| 19 | ... | 20 | ... |
| 20 | 21 | ||
| 21 | | He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing, | 22 | | He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing |
| 22 | | top to bottom. It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine | 23 | | until it gleamed like a [tomato on the vine][] that was begging |
| 23 | | begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese. | 24 | | to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese. |
| 24 | 25 | ||
| 25 | | He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining | 26 | | He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine |
| 26 | | it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized | 27 | | it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized how bad |
| 27 | | it was a terrible metaphor. | 28 | | [the metaphor was][]. He practiced anyway for six hours a day |
| 28 | | He practiced for six hours a day---what else to do? | 29 | | in front of the mirror---what else to do with all the time? |
| 29 | 30 | ||
| 30 | | Death looks at [himself in the mirror][moongone] as he plays. | 31 | | Death looked at [himself in the mirror][] as he played, the trumpet |
| 31 | | The trumpet is suspended in midair. Damn vampire rules. | 32 | | suspended in midair. _Damn vampire rules_, he thought. |
| 32 | | Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving | 33 | | He was always worried he might have [missed a spot][] while shaving |
| 33 | | but he'll never know unless a stranger is polite enough. | 34 | | but he'd never know unless a stranger---he had no friends--- |
| 34 | | Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone. | 35 | | was kind enough. Not that he goes out anyway or meets people. |
| 35 | 36 | ||
| 36 | | He wakes up late these days. Stays in bed later. | 37 | | He started waking up late, staying in bed later. |
| 37 | | He thinks he might be depressed. The caprese has gotten soggy | 38 | | He started thinking he was depressed. He never did eat |
| 38 | | since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two. | 39 | | that caprese, and it started getting soggy, green spots |
| 39 | | The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke. | 40 | | spreading on the mozzarella like bedsores. The sun |
| 40 | | He decides to go to the arcade. When he gets there, | 41 | | filtered through the [kitchen blinds like smoke][]. He had |
| 41 | 42 | | to get out of the house. He decided to go to the arcade. | |
| 42 | | there's only a [little boy][] with dead eyes. So far so good. | 43 | |
| 43 | | He's playing a first-person shooter. Death walks past him | 44 | | When he got there, it was empty except for a boy |
| 44 | | and watches out of the corner of his eye. The kid's good. | 45 | | [with dead eyes][]. So far so good, Death thought. |
| 45 | | Death wants to congratulate him. His trumpet is in his hand. | 46 | | He was playing a first-person shooter, something violent. |
| 46 | 47 | | Death walked past him and watched out of the corner | |
| 47 | [moongone]: moongone.html | 48 | | of his eye. The kid was good. Death decided |
| 48 | [little boy]: angeltoabraham.html | 49 | | to congratulate him. He had his trumpet in his hand. |
| 50 | |||
| 51 | [himself in the mirror]: moongone.html | ||
| 52 | [with dead eyes]: big-dipper.html | ||
| 53 | [tomato on the vine]: wallpaper.html | ||
| 54 | [the metaphor was]: leaf.html | ||
| 55 | [missed a spot]: january.html | ||
| 56 | [kitchen blinds like smoke]: what-we-are-made-of.html | ||