i left
to be not quite alone
in the not quite dark
i didn’t bother to check what was offered
preferring to be in here
rather than in our drama out there
a luxury worth the price i suppose
so i get some Italiam neo-realist
and the crush of poverty
how even one stolen bicycle
can ruin a life
a matrer of perspective i suppose
yet the heart is still the heart
while not quite alone
in the not quite dark
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somehow this post was turned back into the old draft, so i had to recreate it. interesting how one can forget what one wrote only an hour or so ago
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As I was finishing the poem, I was reminded of the The Harvard Exit in Seattle, the moviehouse that introduced me to independent and foreign films. The first film I saw was My Dinner with Andre in 1981, which I did by the way have to see alone since there weren’t any of my high school friends as one might imagine who were interested.
I was sadden when it closed on June 7th, 2015 to be turned into a restaurant, bar, and office space, ending its 46-year run. The place, designed by architect Pierce A. Horrocks, was built in 1925 as a clubhouse for the Woman’s Century Club. The club was equal parts social and political, its founding related to the women’s suffrage movement. It became a movie theater in 1969, but the Woman’s Century Club still held its monthly meetings in the lobby.
Since this is Thursday, I thought a few picture for Norm’s Thursday Door Challenge would be appropriate [but I did not take the photographs].
A few pictures of the lobby would also be appropriate.