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i remember the smell of ivory soap: when it catches me by surprise even now, i remember standing in my nana's kitchen, near a set of three rounded shelves painted red with metal trim along the edges. on the middle shelf a radio with a brown cabinet and the dials on either side. it was never turned on.
i remember listening to a radio in my grandpa's office. he owned a liquor store and his office was in the back, behind the cases of carling black label and budweiser endless budweiser, near where the broken-down cardboard boxes would be piled up. i remember listening to static looking for beacons or ships calling to shore hellloo helloo. i remember pointing some strange thing like a viewfinder that was on top of the radio in the direction i thought the signals came from.
i remember believing that the band playing the song i would hear in on the car radio was inside the dashboard somewhere.
i remember lilacs, hundreds of them, along the driveway.
i remember my mother drove a lime green corvair for a time and for some reason that it had 2 carburetors (both for itself and because i remember it).
i remember maynard g krebs.
i remember all the lyrics to the mister ed theme song. green acres too.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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