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Friday, March 30, 2007

The Cracked Rocket

posted by on March 30 at 10:43 AM

So it appears that Lloyd’s Rocket may not be dead after all. While passing the former gas station the other night, a blood-red neon light read that the place was open, and inside I saw a cook cooking for nobody and a bartender tending a bar without people. Lloyd’s refusal to die, its commitment to a long and slow death that has no end in sight, reminded me of the last part of Baudelaire’s poem “The Cracked Bell.”

And when in sorrows, it wishes to people the cold air of the night with its songs/ Often it happens that its feeble voice seems like the thick death rattle of one wounded /Forgotten by the side of a lake of blood, under a great weight of dead /Who dies without moving amongst enormous efforts.

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It's LLOYD not LLYOD, Charles. You spell it wrong every time.

Posted by elswinger | March 30, 2007 10:52 AM

sorry about that error, els. sorry.

Posted by charles mudede | March 30, 2007 10:56 AM

I heard a rumor that one of the former owners (not Dino) of Chocolate City opened it as a new bar.

Posted by Ryan | March 30, 2007 11:21 AM

I was going to post something about this and forgot. We drove by last Friday night (on the way to the ER, unfortunately) and it was not only open, the parking lot was full of cars and there were a bunch of people inside. So maybe it's not that dead after all.

Posted by litlnemo | March 30, 2007 4:53 PM

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