Day 6: Golfpacking Paris
go down to the southern part play some France golf all right just woke up we’re going to head down to this the uh the train station now head throbbing bags in tow through the streets of Paris i stumble slow through quiet streets and sleepy haze to catch a train through morning maze golf on my mind a helpful quest to put the hangover to the test each cobblestone a jarring jump my golf bag cranking with a thump the Eiffel Tower tall and grand probably thought my walk unplanned past small cafes still asleep secret the morning would not keep a lonely croissant on the ground no time for breakfast looking around just me and my clubs and a long long stride with nowhere left for pain to hide the city woke a gentle numb as the station well here I come all right all right we got lucky we’re able to get at least one train out of Paris i want to get out of here it’s just It’s a little too much just if you’re looking for golf Paris is not your place but doing some laundry it’s a good place to do laundry we got at least a 4hour layover here until we’re back on the train trying to play some golf in the southern part of France it counts i don’t know if this is going to make it but so far so good my clothes though smell a little dim i detourred to the laundry mat on a wimp clothes clinking drawing stairs as I rustled with washing cares came slow a little weight just me and my bags i sealed my fate the big clock ticked a steady drone until my train was brightly shown a coffee finally helped me see the hangover slipping right through me just a few minutes standing by waiting for the world but it’s rushing by soon onto the platform train in sight with dreams of golf deep inside final train pulled down a gentle sway taking my troubles far away one train too through blurred land changing cars across this strange land the city bustled and fields so green i call a taxi to fulfill my dream yes one night play a little golf okay and uh yeah get picked up in a Tesla is nice too you know yeah very good how are you i’m from Thanks are you from here no from Paris okay paris yeah i just came from Paris we’re on the road now headed to the golf course good Fellas that’s a I love Good Fellas yeah Good Fellas is a great movie martin Scor says it’s Yes Martini yes he it’s the best yeah he was best you are perfect that right there yeah it’s good yes okay yeah subscribe thank you thank you just uh booked your name sir connelly c O N E just checked into the hotel had a good breakfast or just checked into the hotel had a good dinner and for 100 bucks this is what you’re getting here in France my clubs are still making it it’s amazing look at this you can’t see anything yet but we’re right at the golf course too so it’s in a walking distance i’ll be able to wake up get some good shots of the course early in the morning but more importantly I can relax for a second just coming out of Paris wasn’t really want to play in Paris so I was lucky enough to play in a part of France i’m hoping tomorrow we have no hiccups we could play and then move down to Spain
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“Day 6: Golfpacking Paris” sounds like an intriguing title for a poem video, especially given the juxtaposition of “golfpacking” and “Paris.” One can imagine the video poem weaving together the meticulous, almost ritualistic movements of golf with the vibrant, chaotic energy of the Parisian cityscape. The poem might explore themes of precision amidst urban sprawl, the search for tranquility in unexpected places, or even a humorous take on attempting to combine a structured sport with the spontaneous beauty of Paris. Visually, the video could alternate between close-ups of golf equipment and swings, and sweeping shots of iconic Parisian landmarks, creating a compelling dialogue between the personal pursuit of a game and the grandeur of a global city. The “Day 6” suggests it’s part of a larger series, implying a narrative progression where golfpacking becomes a unique lens through which to experience and reflect upon the journey through Paris.