Lazarus in Park Slope

Today i feel like Lazarus.

Reborn into another life.

i have new eyes

new memories

a new taste in my mouth

as i work on my coffee

my cookie and column

i have found park slope

park slope has found me

Today i feel like lazarus

reborn into another life

after manhattan

---- thoughts at 3:59 pm, Tea Lounge, Park Slope, Brooklyn

So instead of hopping on an express headed back to familiar grounds... i decided to squander my time and take a chance.

I walked past the Brooklyn Museum train stop, right past the Grand Army Plaza, right past the Farmer's market, strolling annonymously on Union Street. I walk to 5th Ave. Brooklyn's 5th... and found the famous secondhand shop- called the Beacon. I read about this place... and so it felt familiar even as i walked through its doors for the first time. I walked out with my third purchase of oversized sunnies since i got to NYC... and a pair of vintage shoes. All in: $24.

I did more window shoppin' and made a mental note to myself to check out andy guthrie's website. (www.andyguthrie.com) he was lined up to perform at this restaurant called Night&Day. Details were all on an A4 sized colored copiedposter on the window of the restaurant.

And then i stumbled into the famous Tea Lounge. A coffee/teashop with an ecclectic mixof vintage furniture and people who remind me of me... but just white, black and in between. many were reading... really reading. writing... and some talking. choice music: indie/folk/rock





i ordered my coffee and two choc chip cookies immediately... and sank into a cushioned rattan chair...to start typing away. now.

and there i saw myself in tea lounge. exiled from manhattan...feeling like lazarus, born again.

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I once heard that when elephants wanna die or know when their last hours are near, it is said that they would find a dark cave to lay down to rest.

Famous Brooklynite writer Paul Auster (quite a looker *swoon*) who claimed Park Slope as his home must have heard that same elephant story too.







In his novel The Brooklyn Follies, protaganist Nathan Glass, a retired divorcee returned to Brooklyn- his birth place.

"I was looking for a quiet place to die. someone recommended Brooklyn"

opening lines from Nathan.

Now, I've not read this book. (note to self, get a copy) but something about this afternoon at Park Slope makes me wanna do that soon.

I have a sneaky suspicion, that nathan too, ironically becomes a lazarus on his return to Brooklyn. just a wild guess on my part. When i'm done with the book. I'll keep you guys posted.