Fitzgerald Struts in Purple Hair

fitz purpleIt’s spring in New York and I’m in a flap of a mood having found a stack of papers and books in Columbia’s Butler Library with titles like “The Notebooks of F. Scott Fitzgerald” and “Conversations with F. Scott Fitzgerald”. The best of the writings deal with Fitzgerald before Zelda and, in the deep of the season, I like hearing from the man himself about how he held together through transition, time, and matters of the heart. Fitzgerald knew something about pain.
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If You Are Broken, Go To Limassol This Very Moment

heartsIn a celestial moonscape of bad events one bad damn dream after another only to wake and find it is not sleep at all but it is being and living, it is trying to buy a cup of coffee and being asked to pay and saying just, what? what? what do I do now? Paying with small change from an old jar. Being that person in line, layers and scarves and buckets of change from stupid old jars.

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