— Jonathan Carroll
(Source: facebook.com)
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Some years ago I was invited to a party at the house of a very rich Austrian countess via a mutual friend. The friend had been trying to introduce us for a long time because the woman loves fiction, loves all art. Loves it so much that in her villa she has a private gallery where she mounts a new vernissage every month. The purpose of this party was the opening of a new show. Very chi-chi and exclusive, supposedly. I went because what the hell. The house was astonishing, the partygoers what you would expect at that sort of get together. I wanted to leave after ten minutes but my friend insisted I wait till we saw the show. Eventually the hostess brought us down a floor to the gallery. She gave a little speech about how excited she was about the artist and the show. How she was sure we were going to love it. Mounted on the walls were small wooden boxes about ten inches by ten inches. Up close you saw glued to the front of each box a few random words clipped from newspapers. “Popcorn bunny parade.” Words like that. Then you realized these words were mounted on little doors that swung open. Inside in the middle of the box were other random newspaper words. “Trite chicken toothpick” I went from box to box looking to see if all of them were the same. They were. As I was looking at perhaps the 6th, this soft, smoky sexy voice behind me said in awe “Aren’t they brilliant? I’ve never seen anything like them.” I glanced over and there was a beautiful woman, really a stunner. She was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to agree with her. Slowly a strange and evil smile grew on my face that I realized only after she’d fled was similar to the smile on Jack Nicholson’s face in THE SHINING when he bashes his axe through a door while trying to find his wife and kill her.
— Jonathan Carroll
— Jonathan Carroll
2013/03/11
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i don’t remember
lighting this cigarette
and i don’t remember
if i’m here alone
or waiting for someone.
Leonard Cohen
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The long haired woman out for a Sunday walk alone by the Danube. She’s dressed up— silk, leather, high heels. Did she wear this nice outfit just because she felt like it, or because she’s going somewhere afterwards, maybe meeting someone special? Her head is down; hands in the pockets of her trousers. Her shiny hair falls straight, a brown curtain hiding her face. I’m dying to see that face but the curtain doesn’t move enough. She continues looking at the ground, probably thinking something over. She passes by going in the opposite direction. I don’t turn around but can still hear her high heels clicking the pavement for quite a while. I smile, feeling both cheated and pleased at the mystery. It’s so easy to fall a little in love with strangers.
— Jonathan Carroll
— Jonathan Carroll
(Source: facebook.com)
