Thursday, December 24, 2009
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Leaving the house yesterday morning I wondered about the set of keys I'd lost weeks ago, the set that contained the best cut of our house key, the one I wanted copied to make a key for the pet sitter. Funny to find the lost set while leaving the school, right there tacked to the bulletin board. I must have passed by the same spot at least 10 times before realizing that those were actually my keys. I always assumed they belonged to someone else. Profound stupidity or miracle or both?
Walking down 8th Ave in the afterglow of this strange good fortune I heard odd squawking and looked up to see parrots, the shock of green naked in the cold air. I wanted to follow them to the carnival.
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"Walking down 8th Ave in the afterglow of this strange good fortune I heard odd squawking and looked up to see parrots, the shock of green naked in the cold air. I wanted to follow them to the carnival."
This is perfect. If I were Gabriel Marcia Marquez starting a 'New York City' novel, this would be my opening para.
I especially like how the spare grammar lets "green naked" read as a compound noun. Also how I want to capitalize "I heard odd squawking" into pronoundom:
I heard Odd squawking.
It's as if the carnival were already there.
See! Green NAKED!
Hear! Odd squawk!
muntiv: moment of global comprehension
"It's as if the carnival were already there." So it is! I hadn't noticed.Odd the naked Merry-Go-Round key grounds rides the cold green Ferris Wheel parrotair! Jolly squawking with you!
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