the bohemian romance of New York is a clever fiction,
a lie we
[Generation X]
that we
[Americans]
interstates and television has obliterated the
peculiarities of geographic separation. we
[artists]
loathe to believe this, and write musicals and songsand books
[and blogs]
[would-be critics]
trepidation as a quilt emerges from our collective
musings - a quilt pieced together from pop culture
references, allusion, consumption, cleverity,
pathological irony, and non-historicized personal
experience. we
[the tragic curious]
if it was only a dream we
[the unreformed romantics]
shivering in the night;
the pastiche quilt of post-modernity makes for a poor bedfellow.
OR
i[the author]
wrote the above in an attempt to distance myself from
the sadness i
the sadness i
[the human]
felt.
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