Thursday, February 28th, 2013
Oh, who is this I see approaching from afar, carrying date cake and the promise of pleasures?
Oh, who is this I see approaching from afar, carrying date cake and the promise of pleasures?
I received a note from Chloë yesterday. She has, she says, been entirely overhauled and is now ready to face the challenges of the new era. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Indeed, I don’t know who this Chloë person is. I can only assume the note was delivered to the wrong address.
We talked, and everything became so much easier. It’s like a new skin. All I need now is something new to say.
I don’t know if I can afford the cab fare …..
and the egret, I don’t know how it can flap its wings.
How sunshine reasserts itself over and over again. How abstractions can become annoying! One longs for a can of tuna and a girl in a chair.
How can I balance this (almost nothing) and that (what seem to be virtually everything) in what can (imperfectly) be described as a whirl of confusion? The sumptuous curves of a dream are a balm, but a temporary one. How clouds gather!
What were we thinking of, a philosophy of life
to “get us through the swamp”? All our bags were empty
except for oranges, and nobody wanted those.
Then, as if granted by a god person, we noticed under our feet
the seeds were growing, although they looked sickly.