Listening to "Turangalila" while watching Mary Pickford's "The Shop Girl".

It will be easier to understand if you picture the world as one huge coliseum where slaves are sent to die & once in awhile the emperor lifts his hand to mysteriously let somebody go. --Or say it was just the repressed guilt of a world everyone knew in their hearts was wrong...

02 26 04

   "The Architecture of Famine"

  Silver dream
In the frog's dharma
  Radint log
Sheer bop to regale
  He gospel
Orb kingly collapse
  Pascal Krebs
Pup (Sirian) bark

02 24 04

After the Red-Assed Baboons left America in shambles, the treasury looted, the air & water despoiled, & all the world against us, the White House itself was found to have everything stripped that wasn't bolted down,
the curtains torn & the carpets scorched, & ape feces smeared across every available surface with maniacal glee.

02 26 04

"Jewels and After

On the precious verge of danger
Jewels spring up to show the way.
The bejewelled way of danger,
Beautied with inevitability.


After danger the look-back reveals
Jewels only, dangerlessness,
Logic serened, unharshed into
A jewelled and loving progress.

And after danger's goal, what jewels?
Then none except death's plainest,
The unprecious jewels of safety,
As of childhood."

--Riding