pad thai and tears

monsoon crashed down after a hot hot week. dancing in prospect heights with cucumber gin, mario battali would like that. lucas foglia takes pictures in appalachia of those who escape our modern living:“little stones at my window” by mario benedetti:

Once in a while
joy throws little stones at my window
it wants to let me know that it’s waiting for me
but today I’m calm
I’d almost say even-tempered
I’m going to keep anxiety locked up
and then lie flat on my back
which is an elegant and comfortable position
for receiving and believing news

who knows where I’ll be next
or when my story will be taken into account
who knows what advice I still might come up with
and what easy way out I’ll take not to follow it

don’t worry, I won’t gamble with an eviction
I won’t tattoo remembering with forgetting
there are many things left to say and suppress
and many grapes left to fill our mouths

. don’t worry, I’m convinced
joy doesn’t need to throw any more little stones
I’m coming
I’m coming.

. (martin parr) saw the triennial exhibit at the ICP and loved it. i am a graduate now munching on brazil nuts and talking to brazilians with orange corduroy pants on the ACEbrilliant photographer taking pictures of the weirdest and most mundane and off-puting things