Cherophobia (email to George) – ✅ June24

hmmm. chero - from cherubim? love darts and stuff maybe? would be interested in the etymology. a made-up i reckon, slightest reference in the specialist literature, Latin or otherwise. you think the romans an greeks were scared of happiness? wary of any fixation of course, and tragedy the whole box and dice for them. but fear? nah. bullshit. a walk through the top end of the city grid this arvo, hill of content to pick up couple volumes (alexievich just released new translation & an old LA hollywood gal by the name of eve babitz who laid lottsa big names). very easy to see why the advertising, most liveable city, &etc. beautiful physical fabric, old stone adjacent cannily designed towers, some beauties in the mix catching the light. green patches strung  below blue and some crimson overhead—the park at the lower end of latrobe looked mouthwatering with a solo yoga chap arms akimbo. little traffic, some slow walkers on the Sunday paths, trees mighta been in bud. if only there was some kinda meeting and channeling betw, some kinda coming together, to a point. meaning. pellegrini's 6 yrs later the same fella serving the cakes and fruit cups. even he had been to bali, the beach was bewdiful. $14 for the shallow-plated minestrone now and add 4 for cafe. nearly fell offa the stool. poor blinking junkie gal walked into the side window by the machine made you wince—after sin’pore you can magine. poor darling. you remember mat arnold in that famous essay? while such-and-such expires like that in this city let no man pronounce us content or happy. can't recall the phrasing now. so many asians strolling about in the wonderland like they were at a majestic stage-set invited by the studio head, some not even taking pics only looking. there had been a row of trees in blossom somewhere, maybe nth melb cutting through, the churches on victoria near the market chosen as settings, esp the fine entry-doors. had not been to the top-end in these almost 6 months. the salvos opp pellegrini's was hard to judge, refurbished for another bar it looked like initially. but the beauty sat big after all.

NB. Email to George six years later from the top of Bourke Street in the home town.