Tuesday, January 29, 2013
An independent man may be hard to find.
Wherever they can find coconuts, the men use a long hook to glean them. Coconuts for sale with their liquid. They drive a spike into the coconut and insert a straw. The tourists sip. It's possible to earn some jingle this way. An African American drummer, who performs on the street, told me, "There wasn't much jingle." He didn't have a license to perform on the street, the police said, so he had to keep moving on. Are the coconut sellers licensed? I don't think they are.
Business is done from the adapted, repurposed grocery cart. Identifying marks have been removed--the cart's a long way from Walgreen's or Publix or CVS or Whole Foods, etc., etc.
What is the story behind this arrangement? What do you think? The pack of cigarettes angled to the shoe? Does the pack contain any cigarettes? I didn't investigate.
The trees I like so much have survived the pruning.
Moss likes the sidewalk. I like to wander.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Twilight, dusk, blue hour--many names in many languages for this time between day and night. Last night's twilight in Flamingo Park was blue and green. The night-lights did not interfere, only added to the dusky feel. For once they did not seem unnatural, rather an adaptation. I sat and watched, heard the pah-pah of the basketball. How would you describe that sound of the ball hitting the surface? How do you say "twilight"? Please tell me, in your language.
J. came by on his bike. Easy twilight, easy ride: the land is flat here. Is that why the sky seems so close? We sat and talked. He rode off, and I went home to drink Badia "Chamomile & Anise Tea, Te de Manzanilla y Anis." I'm drinking it again this morning, the empty packet next to my computer as the tea brews.