Impression: 20th Arrondissement

I was going through some old writing from when I was backpacking around Europe, and stumbled onto this, which I wrote on the penultimate day of my trip. I’m surprised how much I still like it, especially since it was done in haste, without much reflection, and probably too much wine. I remember my time in France as one of learning about Impressionism, reading Apollinaire and Sartre, and trying new cheeses every day, among other things. Je t’aime, France.


Impression: 20th Arrondissement


Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure

Les jours s’en vont je demeure



Old flat on the 6th floor over Ménilmontant,

In the gray blanket of August, I, a flâneur,

Retired there to the opiate of coffee

And careless snowfall of cigarette ash,

A palate for the sensations.

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I love to learn of you in metaphor


I love to learn of you in metaphor

the fashionable wares of your nature

undressing my own, unmaking what is

beautiful in the world into beauty.


I had no idea about shoulders or

the inside of elbows, how they could have

their own ideals, or that I would want

to think of ways of praising them like gods.

R. Charboneau


Artwork: Edvard Munch – Man and Woman (1898)