Sean Beaudoin has one hundred words on love.
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I. Love.
John Coltrane. Almonds. Saul Bellow. My Grandmother Irene. Mexico. Shostakovitch. James Salter. Malbec. Robert Mitchum. Blueberries. My wife’s laugh. Phoebe Cates. Diet Ginger Ale. My Bloody Valentine. Madrid. Diane Arbus. Mean Streets. Anne Sexton. The Replacements. Cezanne. Tossing around a football in bare feet. Johnny Hodges. Michele Obama. Weddings. Stanley Kubrick. Roxy Music. Tacos with nothing but meat, onion, and cilantro. A good waiter. A surly waitress. Infomercials. Tesla. Mike James Kirkland. The Sweet Smell of Success. Jim Carroll. Body surfing. Edie Sedgewick. Florence. People singing on porches. Son House. Really well made shoes. The James Gang. Billie Holiday. My daughter’s knees. Old vinyl. Vladimir Nabakov.
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Sean leaves it open for us to interpret whether he means Nikola Tesla or Tesla the 80s glam-rock band.