Monday, October 10, 2011
Thousand: Five Hundred Twenty-Seven
hundreds of skilled craftspeople and the million dollar budget to make something that looks good. First off, you don’t pretend what you’ve got is something it’s not. You don’t hold up tinsel and say, “Be dazzled by this precious metal!” You hold up tinsel and say, “Ooh! Don’t you love the way the light tangles in it, like it’s a cripple dancing, dancing so good you’re envious of his withered leg, you want to laugh at him, then have him fuck you until you’re afraid you’ve lost your marbles, didn’t you hear that delicious clinking as they pattered loose across
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2 comments:
Extraordinary detail and juxtapositions here, as ever, Glenn. Wonderful. I, too love tinsel for the things it offers.
Thanks, Elisabeth.
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