dancing with zelda bijou: the week ends the week begins

There is a revolution at revolution books on Friday.
Or maybe just a little protest between friends.
This is right by the school, a reminder that
New Yorkers give a crap.

Carri arrives. We are standing in the same space under the
departures marquee, a universe away by cell phone. Here I am!

We dine with a view on Friday - and then Saturday on to
the pressing issue of shopping. We're on a mission, and it
involves some unusual possibilities.

Did I just get caught playing with a gong?
Heavy steel sewing scissors that could slice bone.
$1.25

Carri looks for the perfect silver plated cat.
The raised paw is a blessing. The strange pen
shaped like a carp down to the lifeless eyes is a necessity.
There are birdcages for mechanical birds, nonsense, and soap from france, or China.
Saffron beauty everywhere, and fluttering, colorful things.

IT'S RAINING IN SOHO.

It's raining in soho. Hard. We search for bijoux.
We find bijoux, and a surly shopkeeper that will not
allow photographs. Out on a limb for my blog, I say
"why not?" "because these are OUR things." he says, and looks away.
Are they not about to be mine? I buy a necklace and he looks embarrassed.

I contemplate the REAL spy, who could buy one of
everything and copy it without the benefit of this
fuzzy photograph.

We went into the women-owned adult toy store called "babeland"
right after the bijoux, but I was too mesmerized to snap photos.
Who were the lucky ass architects that did THIS interior?

BABELAND/soho

Yeah, you try not smiling after a store like that.
Chocolate seems like a FABULOUS idea.

I give thanks for the chocolate I am
about to receive. It's a stop at Vosges, and
my favorites are the hot pepper and dark chocolate
truffles called "red fire" - accompanied by a similarly
flavored spicy hot chocolate drink.

It's a nearly religious experience.

GRACE CHURCH

No, we're not here to repent for what we just saw and ate.

But it's impossible not to be contemplative
in a setting like this.

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift,
the baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof,
you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty
in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Maybe I have been here before, I know this room;
I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know whats really going on below,
but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody
who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

[leonard cohen] sorry leonard.

Thank you for the silence Grace Church.
I'm listening, closely.

THE FARMER'S MARKET AT UNION SQUARE