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3/27/03-Glance aloft calm celestial almost cerebral cirrus yet all is still frenetic beneath the finite surface termites tunneling teeth decaying from the inside the solid spinning earth is no firm foundation everything in tempestuous flux thoughts feelings mere images on the mental screen grab the guts and squeeze we make love most naturally in the next moment a bit of hot tumbling shrapnel may pierce the brain to know most joy accept the pain...
3/13/03-Warm moist yeasty aromatic fresh-baked and well-risen bread with olive oil reminiscent of her body eager pungent swollen with desire a mixed flock of sleek common grackles and stubby-tailed starlings the great lakes unusually frozen the ice a foot and a half thick the cold whipping in off a solid surface vast as new york state what will that do to the price of heating your new england house the essential commerce the mutt ate chinaberries for dessert no wonder she's off her feed an early bus trip through east texas louisiana mississippi alligators in a frenzy summer highs with charlotte no blacks allowed separate facilities for coloreds and whites the rank musty odor of an old x-rated movie theatre bats in their millions spiraling out and slowly upward on a hot austin evening mimic the mathematical symmetry of the galaxies musical perfection the mind of god or merely the only way it works in this realm of reality...
3/9/03-I'm taking world lit courses at university committed this time to getting it completely right my hands and arms loaded with paperbacks full of good stories and aromatic in their newly printed freshness surrounded by brilliant women casually attired spontaneous lively earthy eager sharing of interest and information several of us have gotten together informally in the large cafeteria meeting at one of the long tables and just finished discussing the upcoming semester's coursework one young lass announces as we're getting up afterward and gathering our things to leave that there is no text yet for the cantonese curriculum that the language info will be taught and passed out in class but instead of a chinese scene the image that comes with an instant stirring of vigor in my loins is of dark buxom and large-hipped ladies languorously moving barefoot and simply clad on dirt paths next to the huge congo river under an intensely blazing african sun...
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