Thursday, June 15, 2017

Every day I write the book (II)

One of the charming aspects of living in Manhattan, especially near Central Park is the free live entertainment. 

I was walking home through the park tonight after my last French class for level Advanced Beginner 201 when I had the distinct impression I was hearing Elvis Costello singing. 

And sure enough it was him doing a show in the middle of the park, and as I was passing by he sang one of my absolutely most favorite songs by him, "Everyday I Write the Book." The song is great in itself but it also has meaning for me because at the time I first heard the song I was switching over from concentrating my artistic endeavors in graphic arts to literary arts and also I was in love with this guy, whom I worked with at the time. 


Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions

And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six


The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks


Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel