Monday, October 01, 2007

Reverdy, apparently

Had eine couple of beers in Alphabet City on Sunday, and lemme tell you it is a pain, pain, pain in the ass to get to. So on my marathon walk back to the subway I got to pass a shit-ton of covetable furniture on the sidewalk, it being the last day of the month. If only there was a train nearby I could have, you know, likewise done nothing about it.

I also passed this sign in a window: "There is no love, there are only proofs of love." The city speaks. The truth!

9 comments:

Phil said...

Hey, ah, this isn't _very_ related to your post, but did you use the expression "shit-ton" before you went to the states? I don't think I heard it until I started hanging out with Carolinians.

Anonymous said...

When someone has never loved, been loved or been in love I guess they feel entitled to come up with bumper sticker philosophical crap like that. And then they're so proud of it they put it in the window.
Mom

Kate and/or Mike said...

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Marianne said...

BWAHAHAHA!

I think I got shit-ton from my Rawchester friend.

Suzanne said...

you manhattanites are so spoiled with your subways! think of it as urban hiking... it makes it more fun.

and as far as that love stuff, anyone who would deny love's existence would also probably deny the proof of love's existence. how can you believe in the proof of something but not in the thing itself? hmmm... ehrm.... if the, you know, argument thingies...are invalid.... the conclusion.... uh, yeah.

Marianne said...

Nah, I disagree with how all of you are interepreting it. We can no more assert or prove that there is love than that there isn't. And that's just the point.

Anonymous said...

No, I think you give the guy too much credit. He surely came up with his epiphany when he was stoned. But how come he still thought it was so profound the next morning? Okay, maybe not stoned. Maybe just a first year philosophy student at The New School.
Mom

Marianne said...

Er, no.

Jesus christ, don't you read the titles?

Anonymous said...

Er, I don't know whar reverdy means.
Mom