My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Recommended, if you like this sort of thing. (Who cares if he’s a commie?)
I will die in Paris with the heavy rains on a day already I recall. I will die in Paris — and I don’t turn away — perhaps a Thursday, like today, in fall.
And he did, you know. Not on a Thursday (it was Friday), and not in the fall. But it was in Paris and it was raining, so they say.
- Things We Love: Vallejo, Factory Records, and ‘The Lonely Doll’ (theparisreview.org)