joy to the world

I am not a focused blogger. The posts in this blog have absolutely no relation to one another, other than they happened to drift through my mind on some day and I decided to write them down. Which is why I guess, you'll find posts on Amiri Baraka or Nudists or Basquiat or the Chelsea Hotel.

That said, I would say I have a bent for digging into the golden age of California, considering that I named my blog after a book by Ed Dorn that reminds of pushing towards the eroded cliffs of PCH and of course, the azure surfaced ocean spotted with kelp's brown slimmered pods. I suppose this blog is my collected field notes.

And as for this post, it has nothing to do with California or pretty much anything else. I just happen to like Jean Patou's ad for his sportswear store, Le Coin des Sports. And the font Patou used is bangin'. For real. Of course, if you can't unearth a piece of vintage Patou, you could always pick up a bottle of his infamous perfume, Joy.

the gunslinger

 

 

If It Should Ever Come

by Edward Dorn

 

And we are all there together

time will wave as willows do

and adios will be truly, yes,

 

      laughing at what is forgotten

and talking of what's new

admiring the roses you brought.

How sad.

 

You didn't know you were at the end

thought it was your bright pear

the earth, yes

 

another affair to have been kept

and gazed back on

when you had slept

to have been stored

as a squirrel will a nut, and half

forgotten,

there were so many, many

from the newly fallen.