There are canals, like in Venice, in
Venice Beach. did you know that?
I did not know that.
not until recently when, we took a drive
the canals are not far from Venice Beach,
that beach with the
grotesque carnival atmosphere.
they are set back a few blocks
but, it may as well be another world.
the canals are lined with quaint little houses.
so serene. so picturesque.
it is a little village set
in a fantasyland.
like a suburb of Disneyland.
mother loves the canals.
perhaps it reminds her of the real Venice, the
one in Italy.
she’s always saying, “Let’s take a drive to the
the canals are O.K. but, I much prefer
the grotesqueries of Venice Beach proper with
its circus-like Boardwalk,
the madmen lurking there, the carnival barkers,
the drunken and doomed souls the shipwrecked
sixties veterans and the rappers hustling CDs.
this to me is Los Angeles. this to me is
the end of the world.
this to me is the future.
it is inevitable.