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Cole Solinger//San Francisco

Profession: Student
Recommend book:
+ Trout Fishing in America - Richard Brautigan
+ Young Man With A Screwdriver - Oliver Evans
I am most inspired by: Richard Brautigan, Ed Ruscha, Oliver Evans, Mike and Tim Kinsella, Jeff Rosenstock, etc..
Creativity means:  having the ability to work within a space comfortable enough for your thoughts to manifest themselves onto a piece of paper.
My journal is filled with: terrible sketches and undeveloped pieces of writing
Favorite destination visited: Coney Island without a doubt, then Valley Ford, California
In my suitcase I always carry: My dad's swiss army knife
Words to live by:  Tu Proverai si come sa da sale
                                 Lo pan' altrui...
                                 There is a glass of milk in the kitchen. Drink it,
                                 For it will not be there forever
                                 And tu proverai..." excerpt from Elegy For Miss Curtis by Oliver Evans

Instead of finding Hopper's empire I stumbled upon a New York that belongs to: The beautifully ritualistic Jews Aged Russian men, whose breath has gone sour from distilled liquor The beach combers, in high hopes Gold Rolex persistence, never lose faith

The bird-dogs Stretched necks Strained muscles Tomorrow we're fasting Tonight we're feasting

The subway riders The cocaine confiders The three color covenant Red White Green

The Cyclone dare devils Even the Pimps, Pushers, and Hair dressers The hot dog demolishers The handball hustlers The barefoot boardwalk armies Splinters and sand

Nail-polished tip toes Oil Spills Black Black Young black girls Who have mastered the art

Sundresses on a cloudy day Mothers Fathers People who can't take the day off Even on the Isle of Coney

White hair Bare chested Gold cross preachers "I haven't been to chruch in years" he exclaims

That's ok, you're sacred anyway

The Red's Yellow's Green's Neon Lights as hot as every Nathan's stand

Arm's over shoulders The beer's not getting any colder

People who don't care that on a monday afternoon they're not in a cubical Or a bus stop Or sweating on a Manhattan bound subway Or the back of a deli Or the front of a station wagon Desperately trying to get out of the city before five People who know why they're here What they're doing here And how to get far away from here

You can find more from Cole @ www.cargocollective.com/solcole
tags: Cole Solinger, NYC, Poetry, Travel, Whitney
categories: Strangers
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