Young Girls Dance Forever

I'm out to Montauk this weekend, basically until the end of the summer with potential ventures afar to Europe, Africa, and the Orient.

Billie says the young people, ie Gwen his daughter and her beau are due tomorrow. Coming in for LA to be New York artists. They are renting a apartment on on Dean Street from my friend, Adrian Dannett. The previous inhabitant had been Duncan Hannah, an iconic painter, who's career was diminished by Glenn O'Brien 1984 critique of his friend's painting, "He's the Henry Mancini of the New Wave."

Duncan and I were friendly. He celebrated my 60th Birthday with Lisa Rosen at the Oyster Bar. I drank for both of them. We were born the same year. I was surprised that I outlived him, since he had foregone alcohol in 1980. I drank myself to death in 2021. Somehow I survived.

Here's a poem dedicated to Duncan Hannah. He was a dear man.

Young Girls Dance Forever

Sunset on Montauk bluffs
Three teenage girls
Dancing Singing
Atop a tumbling bluff
Above the Atlantic
Dancing to Miley Cyrus' FLOWERS
No cellphone
No music 'cept in their heads
The words
Lost on the breeze
But I know the lyrics
And I sing along. In silence___
I've seen the three before
Yesterday's sunset
Girls Dancing with boys
Not there
Dancing in the cool
Of a late summer afternoon Atop a Montauk bluff
The sun burning low In the West
August ending soon__
Not for these girls
Forever veterans of summer
Knowing all the words
To the songs
All the moves to the dance
All the secret shared stories
Not waiting the future
Now forever young
Dreaming Summer Dreams___
Young girls Dance
Forever
On the bluff
Young girls
Clap your hands
Over the sea
Young girls so young
Young girls
At the sunset
Dance forever
With summer almost gone___

ps Glenn O'Brien once said abotu me before his demise, "Here's a true adventurer."

I was never sure if that was a good thing.