Dinesh's photos with the keyword: Steve Kowit

Now that I've unplugged the phone, no one can reach me— At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is going to call & ask in a tentative voice if I haven't yet heard that she's dead, that woman I once loved— nothing but ashes scattered over a city that barely itself any longer exists. Yes, thank you, I've heard. It had been too lovely a morning. That in itself should have warned me. The sun lit up the tangerines & the blazing poinsettias like so many candles. For one afternoon they will have to forgive me. I am busy watching things happen again that happened a long time ago. as I lean back in Josephine's lawnchair under a sky of incredible blue, broken—if that is the word for it— by a few billowing clouds, all white & unspeakably lovely, drifting out of one nothingness into another. —Steve Kowit

This evening, the sturdy Levi's I wore every day for over a year and which seemed to the end in perfect condition, suddenly tore. How or why I don't know, but there it was: a big rip at the crotch. A month ago my friend Nick walked off a racquetball court, showered, got into his street clothes, and halfway home collapsed & died. Take heed, you who read this, and drop to your knees now & again like the poet Christopher Smart, and kiss the earth & be joyful, and make much of your time, and be kindly to everyone, even to those who do not deserve it. For although you may not believe it will happen, you too will one day be gone, I, whose Levi's ripped at the crotch for no reason, assure you that such is the case. Pass it on. "Notice" ~ Steve Kowit