Automat, 1927
and so it came to evening
where all outside became
the dark of window
zipped by serried flanks of light
held in time
for tea – for long moments
gone cold while last thoughts
echoed back through canyons
of event
the first of a triptych tucked quietly within an anterior quadriptych
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Edward Hopper & years wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
evening wormhole: the windmill
light wormhole: the breath of London
tea wormhole: I can say / that I do all sorts of dance
thought wormhole: ‘from under the awning …’
time wormhole: 08:55
windows wormhole: bougainvillea
Another one of my Hopper favorites. Nicely done.
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… I think I remember you had this as one of your gravatars a while ago?; I see the woman in the Automat as reappearing in successive paintings (although she ‘looks’ different) but NOT the same as the woman in Compartment C (although she looks the same …)
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Exactly!!
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“zipped by serried flanks of light”
What a Zinger! ZowZ!
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thankz
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