Marilyn, Marilyn

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Following on a footnote from an article in SX Weekly, a Sunday morning into a major artery of Newtown.

Movie Trade on King Street, with the palsy afflicted proprietor at a loss and looking overseas, on its last hours before final close of doors. Dead on arrival, the man working on the outside chips a mighty load from the corner of the footpath. The stink of old is rampant inside, dust jumping up at the turn of a shelf and look over the cards. Day final no longer, popular demand extending the life of the dying shop for one extra month. Typical fashion accessory to liquidation.

Expecting nothing, the eyes swim through an astonishing abundance of Marilyn Monroe. Posters, birthday cards, black and white glossies and a few reproductions from cinema lobbies of old times.

One hour and more later, rocking back and forth in the tiny dimensions, the slurring owner threatens to call up the police cops for assistance. Freaks abound with fear and are harried with a dash off toward the register.

A luscious black and white glossy of Marilyn Monroe blowing a kiss, a poster featuring The Seven Year Itch, a movie poster of The Matrix Reloaded featuring Neo and a full colour glossy of Brandon Lee striking a defiant pose as the one and only Eric Draven, The Crow.

By day's end, sweating palms see the glossy of The Crow face off against the white paper bag and whimpers away a loser in the exchange.

Soon Van - Monday, 1 August 2005 - 11:35

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