SFMOMA Eva Hesse last day architecture art 3-D plexiglass
perspectives Macy’s 4 videos going at once something like
“sampling” mostly remember Marilyn Monroe
rainy dim sum at Yank Sing waited 35 minutes with beeper
and waterfall in mall where you can “take a shower”
“Stranger than Paradise” with bad acting but it was
Jarmusch’s first film on student budget or somesuch
with Hungarian emigre changing out of her ugly dress
in an alleyway
4 seasons in one day rainy San Francisco what would be
springtime anywhere else but wintertime here then the
windmills on I-580 like on some other planet and
snowstorm in Yosemite Valley looking for a bear because
they “are a problem” out our window and up to Upper
Yosemite Falls which roars all through the night over
the snoring
sunshine before the second snowfall and a V-8 in the
cafeteria with the chess-players whose purple caps make
them look like they just came back from some
medieval festival
poems by Christian Langworthy read underneath
Lucille Ball calendar the “Passports” episode
panic attack in the Coit Tower elevator
rockslide blocking way out of the park for a while but
breakfast at Wawona Hotel to cut the morning in
half with class suck breath at 6000 feet around
snow-curves “it’s nearly June”
some pride walking San Francisco hills while “tourist”
friends out of breath stop in front of Ritz-Carlton with
cinnamon lollipops so we can take a picture
long limo rolls by we don’t wonder who’s inside
perspectives Macy’s 4 videos going at once something like
“sampling” mostly remember Marilyn Monroe
rainy dim sum at Yank Sing waited 35 minutes with beeper
and waterfall in mall where you can “take a shower”
“Stranger than Paradise” with bad acting but it was
Jarmusch’s first film on student budget or somesuch
with Hungarian emigre changing out of her ugly dress
in an alleyway
4 seasons in one day rainy San Francisco what would be
springtime anywhere else but wintertime here then the
windmills on I-580 like on some other planet and
snowstorm in Yosemite Valley looking for a bear because
they “are a problem” out our window and up to Upper
Yosemite Falls which roars all through the night over
the snoring
sunshine before the second snowfall and a V-8 in the
cafeteria with the chess-players whose purple caps make
them look like they just came back from some
medieval festival
poems by Christian Langworthy read underneath
Lucille Ball calendar the “Passports” episode
panic attack in the Coit Tower elevator
rockslide blocking way out of the park for a while but
breakfast at Wawona Hotel to cut the morning in
half with class suck breath at 6000 feet around
snow-curves “it’s nearly June”
some pride walking San Francisco hills while “tourist”
friends out of breath stop in front of Ritz-Carlton with
cinnamon lollipops so we can take a picture
long limo rolls by we don’t wonder who’s inside
