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| Albertine knocks on the door, it is opened by a doorman | |
| DM: | Monsieurs Dames, how can I help? |
| P: | Lucida |
| DM: | Welcome. Your masks? Anonynimity is the new freedom, enjoy. |
| P: | At least its warm. Ah there's Stanley over there |
| S: | Peter Albertine good to see you. You just missed the Eric Baus open floor |
| A: | The poet? |
| S: | Yes you know..." I try to explain why gravity always wins. How lightning is rhetorical. The way “weight takes over a wing” comes to my lips when I pass a downed powerline." |
| P: | Hmm."When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table" |
| S: | Hah your right ambiguity isn't new, but you know that Ellis line..." a novel should be like a dream"? |
| P: | Abandon the structured narrative? |
| S: | Yes, separate fiction and reality - it's only actions that mean anything. |
| P: | Stanley you are so cynical |
| S: | I know, come and look at this |