Friday, October 15, 2004

Rejoinder

Anonymous inquires:

“So, is this blog well ventilated?”

No, no it is not. This blog is dense with blue-grey smoke that curls up into the light in endless streams. It is smoky in the manner of strip clubs and speakeasies and political backrooms; you will leave reeking of smoke and it will linger in your hair all the next day. There are no government officials here and no children either. No one is producing anything and everyone will stay until dawn. It is a space that is regressing into the province of memory, a thing that is loved and gone; it is a refuge and a funeral at once.

To me, the sexiest smell in the world is the one that comes off a smoker’s leather coat. Will you wear one next time?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

A rhapsody, forsooth! Ending all too soon in eulogy. True, the ENTIRE world shall never be the salubrious Skinner box in which the breeders hope to sanitize their kids. But why should we leave the country so they can stay at home safe in the knowledge that there is no one smoking at a bar in their exhaust-filled city? Don't strike up the funeral march prematurely. The rumours of my death--as the cigar-smoking Churchill said--are greatly exaggerated.

Vila H. said...

Then we must form a smoker's army, one that wears leather coats and marches very slowly...

Anonymous said...

I find the most comforting smell in the world to be camel menthoyl lights, all because a boy in undergrad I loved smoked them.