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2005 09 17
Lenin off the second floor balcony
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what was the name of the woman who fell off the balcony –
Lenin was it Lenin
was she young – she had a baby
girl or boy
who takes care of him now
did she overdose
her blood wouldn’t wash away – did it rain
for weeks in the grooves of the concrete
oil stained
her body covered by a blue and white blanket my childhood
I often fell in love
[email this story] Posted by Paola Poletto on 09/17 at 06:15 AM
  1. This text/photo was influenced by the following poem: “Lenin” and “Death” – These words are enemies. “Lenin” and “Life” – are comrades … Lenin – lived. Lenin – lives. Lenin – will live. Vladimir Maiakovskii, “Komsomolskaia,” 1924 Quoted by Susan Buck-Morss in Dreamworld and Catastrophe: The Passing of Mass Utopia in East and West, The MIT Press, 2000, p. 77. In Fragment 1: Mythic Time: A Chronology, Buck-Morss documents the mummification and public display of Lenin and other communist leaders. I recently returned to live in the building i grew up in. The first half of my life was in this building, located at Lawrence Ave. W. and Black Creek. This time I live on the fourth floor and have a bird's eye view of the third floor balcony where my brother and i once played.
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  2. Posted by  on  09/20  at  11:09 AM
  3. From the picture & text, the proximity of the parked cars to the balconies creates, in me at least, an urge to jump into the car from above. Sort of the way Fred Flintstone does sliding down the brontosaurus into his waiting car fleeing the gravel pit or the cowboy tumbling onto the parked horse & saddle from a second story window above the saloon.

    Balconies are eminently jumpable or fall-off-able and, as a result, there should be something waiting for you at the bottom ready to take you away.

    Posted by Paul  on  09/23  at  12:04 PM
  4. Once in the middle of the night I dropped a 5’ Christmas tree off a 14th floor balcony into the cemetery below. I was young and stupid. But it was still a beautiful sight, that black mass drifting, lofting slightly and falling slow against the pale grey ground.

    Posted by sally  on  09/24  at  01:17 PM

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