Entries Tagged as ‘ariel’

24 August 2008

Bad Train Etiquette As An Alternative To A Not-So-Unique Tattoo In The 21st Century

The L Train Spitter
By Ariel Kouvaras
After a rip roaring dance party power-hour at a bar in the microcosm of clones in cowboy boots who pay too much for an apartment in what was previously a Jewish ghetto that is Williamsburg, Brooklyn, I waited on the subterranean platform of the L train; but if you ask [...]

18 January 2008

Stay Out Super Late Tonight Picking Apples Making Pies

Paper or Plastic?
by Ariel Kouvaras
There is a grocery just a block from the UQAM dormitories. It is called Provigo. Often, I walk there over ice patches and snow mounds and breathe a cold air that burns throat and lung. I loath supermarkets in a way that makes me want to have sex with them and [...]

11 January 2008

I’m No Fan Of You Most Of The Time I’d Just As Soon Be Alone You Know

When we were little my best friend Kyra and I did most things identically. This included showing the world we were super psyched–about our Keds, about Agatha Christie, about making sundaes and about rendezvousing on the beach in Southampton–by simultaneously reaching up and grabbing the air with our hands then wrenching our bent arms [...]

7 January 2008

The Elephants Continue To Come To My Garden At Night

Greg and I went to see Charlie Wilson’s War yesterday. I was bored by the entire production; the pacing was clumsy, the narrative had no structure, and the characters were as deep as Julia Roberts’s lips which is really quite deep as lips go and not deep at all as characters do. It’s [...]