Like the U2 project, only it's Prince.
A Cd booklet sized set of liner notes for the Reimagined U2 Discography, along with album covers. I am also happy to send you the actual albums via Google Docs, if you're interested.
The first section of prompts from a trilogy of Nathaniel Mackey books.
I never want to be where i am . not expected
I decide to investigate what is to be . my neighborhood . for the next week
It is much like every neighborhood of rental houses in centralish florida . every house with a back yard pool . one shirtless guy in his sixties drives a riding lawn mower . across the forgettable front yards of every house . occasionally disappearing . behind the houses . to edge the pool decks
But one house . one house . one house has a front wow
It is january eleventh . at two something in the afternoon . in 2019 . the year of our mouse and savior . king mickey . when i pass a house filled with disney christmas . four foot inflatable mickey . and minnie . in matching santa hats . pluto pulling a sled . with more mickeys and minnies . artificial snow blowing . over a plastic donald duck snowman . a princess who i think is named elsa . waving a wand over pink goddamned goofy flamingos
I square the block twice . to be sure i am not hallucinating
I am not hallucinating . yet
I am . always . the first one to arrive to the vacation house . This time i have arrived . too . early . The code i am supposed to enter is not supposed to work until four . It is only two . but i am here . in kissimmee fucken florida . with nowhere else to go . until i can shower my travel away . store my rolling suitcase . which one of my cats pissed on before i left . I only love the things that wish to punish me for leaving them
I try entering the code . remembering the previous year . when i arrived with my mother . and her husband . and i entered the code at that house . and nothing happened . the door wouldn’t open . and nobody answered the door at the realty office that i’d rented the house from . and my mother’s husband was cursing me out for never doing anything right . and did you even pay for this house . and why is everything . so . complicated . with you . when one of the employees from the realty company . golf carted their way over to the house . and showed me the trick to properly jiggle the handle . while entering the code . and no apology was given for not letting me know the trick in advance . and no apology was made for accusing me of being difficult . when the doorknob was to blame for all our problems . that day
Even though this is a different doorknob . on a different house . in a different part of town . i jiggle it as i enter a code that .probably shouldn’t work yet anyway . but the door opens
There is a woman on the back porch . dancing . while skimming the pool . like this is the opening credits scene of a 1980s movie . that people only admit to liking ironically
I put my suitcase in the garage . use the bathroom . and leave before the pool dancer notices me
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