"OFF LAS PALMAS AVE, along~ but on the opposite side of~ the out~door newsstand~ where professional existentialists with or without sandals, leaf through a paperback book, and the fairies cruise each other by the physique books, while the lady from say, iowa, ( who will sign ahhhhhh as the premiere searchlights screw the sky), here to attend a PTA convention at the biltmore, buys a movie book~ off las palmas,
on saturday nights especially, the old man graduate of pershing square writes bible inscriptions on the street; in chalk, neat incredibly beautiful letters. the young high school delinquents with flattops proclaiming their youth heckle him cruelly in merciless teenage fashion while he dashes out with his prophecies of not~unlikely doom; the booming words like the music-less theme of the street...... the fairies, half listening momentarily to his shouting threats of imminent judgement, (while surveying the crowd for someone cute), cross the street on their way, perhaps to the green bar, (where miss ana mae~ in continental surroundings~ will drown those echoing threats as she plays her organ coyly), and they may say bitchily about the judging prophet; "my dear! isn't she too much?~
she should get a man and settle down"~ and swish on giggling~hoping for a man to settle down with~ wondering nervously does tonight's sex nervousness show beneath the giggles (and this can easily ruin a girl), and will they make it tonight, and if so, will it be someone nice and early please god so they won't have to add to~ THE SHADOWS OF SELMA AVENUE."
JOHN RECHY~ CITY OF NIGHT~ 1963
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FETISH BOOK CLUB
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