Tuesday, November 27, 2007

April 15, 2003

I played some notes on the harmonium, the same harmonium, or at least similar, that I later encountered in K—’s hallway, and which always makes me think of Nico, and makes me picture K—, Nico-like, sitting in the hallway, the ends of her hair brushing the keys of the harmonium, playing long, mournful, descending minor-key drones, and there is also some other atmospheric detail in the background, such as a small, organ-grinder type monkey curled up in the corner, trembling because it misses Brion Gysin (from whom it was a gift) and which K—/Nico neglects thanks to her heroin habit of an enormity (and expensiveness) which would kill any ordinary person, or perhaps some other detail entirely, such as a pot of water boiling on the stove, which eventually boils away entirely, and only the metallic odor of the singed pot finally breaks the spell of the harmonium...

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