Augie March – There Is No Such Place from Sunset Studies (2000) /wow/
((“Yes I have seen it too, just a little different from how you do: A river winding blue among the dunes and a marble bed; a sun that doesn’t set but settles.
There is no such place.
If you’re looking for an unmarked place, Blasted in appearance and a composite of fearful minutes frozen in the waking instant.
Longing, things I long for: peaceful nights, strangers at the door, ‘O come in, come in, You’ve been here before.’
There is no such place, so perhaps we have a reason for our long and falling face. A house upon a hill with no windows, just a can upon the sill to catch your tears to feed your garden.”
The fresh wind of snow melted fourteen days ago. The hint of a touch, light enough to not give note. The cold spring sun shines over a sombre oak, from its bough hanging from faded yellow corded ropes a wooden seat, tilting slightly from wear and stained through years of rain. Sloping down from the swing, the riddles of grass are smooth and airy lengthened, broken to the East by a scuffed dirt path treaded only now in wistful glances of the urbanized and all grown up, this hill and meadow kept pristinely tucked away.))