For Armand F. Capanna II

You said you needed fast architectures, angular weight, something made from blue collared hands. Chiding, maybe even presumptuous, to think it's better down town in the throw of giants. Pace is set along the line of intersecting plans, maps and more ways to the heart. If it rises, it shrinks, it if rises, if it rose. Tempo now my dear, that moves allegro ab aeterno. The sodium night never sleeps and sleep isn't about rest but taking time out of time. Cocktails have their hour and oh so small a humble bacchanal, they never last the story. Narrative and the vertical import constructs rate higher than trees, where green is a minority, it'll lift you from the gutter to the stars if you can get past the doorman. Testament to time and steady hands to want like babel the world in the word.


---L. Shneyder