People prefer to sit at the bar,
so they feel less lonely.
New York is a very lonely city.
packed with people.
Which is pretty ironic by itself.
I sit at a table and write.
but not with the idea
to look interesting
and deep
and hip
but because
I can’t get inspiration and write.
in the apartment that I’m currently occupying.
Probably it’s
because
my roommate is too boring
and my neighborhood is not fun enough.
It’s always easier to blame others.
I didn’t go out with the idea of getting laid.
But it won’t be bad if I meet some new friends.
Or new love
Or anything new and sparkling.
May be I look like that anyway.
Probably
because
of my short dress
and red lipstick
and not that high heels.
I know,
they will ask me again
if I’m Russian.
I didn’t go out with the idea of getting drunk.
However, I drink Manhattans, and they’re pretty good.
Some of my acquaintances obviously suck.
That’s why I sit alone.
and drink
and write tonight.
( I told you about the blaming of the others, right?)
Not because
I’m a weirdo.
Which doesn’t exclude the possibility that I may be am.
David Byrne was also a weirdo, anyway.
But he was also David Byrne.
In this context, I sit here.
and write
and drink
and listen to rock n’roll
not necessarily with the idea to
become the next Patti Smith.
I won’t mind if that happens anyway,
but the pity, in this case, is that I can’t sing at all.
However, I frankly enjoy
the music
and the drinks
and the vibe
and the bunch of tattooed kids
in this bar.
Did I tell you –
Brooklyn is the new Lower East Side.
The No Name Bar, Greenpoint 9.13.11
ах, декадентска поезия..
столовете са обърнати, пода измит, тишината, духа на тъ. съ. елиът си е отишъл даже, забравен
Суета навън.
Мартина пак полага
лакти на вишняв барплот.