Telephone poles were matchsticks, put there to be snapped off at a whim. Dogs trotting across the road were suddenly big trucks. O...ld ladies turned into moving--vans. Everything was too bright, but very funny and made for my delight. And about half a mile from my long liquid breakfast I turned carefully down a side street and parked, and sat beaming happily through the tannic fog for about an hour, remembering how witty we all had been, how handsome and talented ... [ellipsis in original]LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One way to do it might be by making the scenery penetrate the automobile. A polished black sedan was a good subject, especially if... parked at the intersection of a tree-bordered street and one of those heavyish spring skies whose bloated gray clouds and amoeba-shaped blotches of blue seem more physical than the reticent elms and effusive pavement. Now break the body of the car into separate curves and panels; then put it together in terms of reflections.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Parked, at last, on a dime that would never last,... I ran through the airport. Wild for love, I ran through the airport, stockings and skirts and dollars.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »