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My eyes grow red from trying.
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My neck creaks from the craning.
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Red is the color of desire, and it is everywhere. It attracts my eye as a red berry attracts a bird's, as a red berry, for that matter, attracts mine. Eye candy,
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mouth candy,
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ear candy.
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Blue rises into blue
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above a rippling green slash, glassy as ribbon candy,
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and beside a big, red, corrugated air kiss.
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A man slouches at a doorway. He winks at me as I shoot, and jokes --
You can have them all for a quarter.
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An idol squats on a pedestal announcing that money is god here. It flows in and out of the city like a torrent. The river of god is full of money. I spot the neon CNN logo atop a tower. Currents of money swirl around it, through it, over it. What can be said ? What must not be said ? Ask the green god. It's not about truth. It's about power.
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Which is well dressed,
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and well built,
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and learns about privilege and entitlement
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from infancy.
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Oh, sweet city, can we devour you before you devour us ?
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It's a race. Where shall I start ?
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I am ill dressed for the task.
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Headless, faceless beings reproach me from bright altars.
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I feel the icy scorn of their glance as their acolytes bustle around them.
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The green god is far more than a trinity, and as carnal as can be.
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Its liturgy is a simple exchange.
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Its promise (wink, wink) is eternal youth and beauty.
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O clemens, o pia, o dulcis I almost cry, running after a billowing, white vision. But she is, alas, the merciless belle dame of the green god and I am not on her speed dial list.
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Camerawoman stops. Night approaches. She is already in a well of spangled darkness.
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Abover her floats a white rectangle. Over the traffic sounds, an unearthly chorus -- boy sopranos ? castrati ? -- chants shoes for the living, and shoes for the dead/some are black, and the others are red She shudders. Her camera groans and burps, surfeited with images. She realizes that, despite everything, she is famished.
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A pretzel, thinks camerawoman, drawn toward a bright oasis. Now that would hit the spot.
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