I phoned Herb
whose last name
means Angel
Heart today on
his eighty-ninth
birthday and wished him
"many happy returns"
at which he balked
though in general he
likes my use of slightly
out-of-date cliches.
"You said happy," Herb
said. "You show me
an eighty-nine year
old man who says
he's happy and I'll
show you a horse
with two assholes."
So, Herb, I propose
now to perpetuate
that comment as
Mallarme perpetuated
the nymphs of an
afternoon, the light
floating in air heavy
with the tufts of slumber.
And I know you'll like
seeing this postcard
inviting happy tourists
to taste what
Okinawa, that
"tropical island
paradise," has
on offer. See you
Friday at Do-Hwa
on Carmine Street.
Lovely.
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | October 01, 2013 at 08:27 AM