bob
the daffodils are blooming in front of my building, and it's gorgeous out, so i officially here declare it Spring. my super, bob, who just died last month, planted them. he was like 95, or something ridiculous like that. he was very cool and had lived in the east village for like 70 years. he planted rose bushes and fruit bearing trees all over our block and watered everything all summer. he used to wear a windbreaker with a piece of duct tape over the dartmouth logo that was on it, but it was like 20 years old, so the duct tape was hanging half off, and that's how you could tell it was a dartmouth logo under there: the coolest piece of attire i can imagine. anyway, all spring all his plants will start to flower one by one and recall him to me.
i am going to try to find the time to do the watering this summer. and plus i have to get a hose and ask someone on the ground floor if i can attach it to their sink and snake it out the window. and stand there for like at least fifteen minutes per tree.
posted by chartreuse velour @ 2:57 PM
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APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
(I am hoping someone will think I wrote that.)
i wish the tubers in my flower box would stir already.
update: i think my friend's dad was probably friends with bob, because he lived in this very building in the sixties and was a hip artist, as bob was. bob was nam jun paek's electrician. he was also a codebreaker in WWII.
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