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October 09, 2022


Excellent. Thank you Elisa (& Terence). Re: human skulls: I recently read Severed by Julia Kristeva. It got me going for good while on this.

You wanted blueberry pancakes but were served oatmeal. It wasn't a bad breakfast but not your desire. Then suddenly you died.
Did you taste blueberries that weren't there?
thanks for the non memories and that golden asteroid we won't see glittering

What a ride! Like an ontological expedition into the mind inside the mind.

So good!..

Sometimes, during a period of dread, I momentarily forget the thing I’m dreading, but continue to feel the dread....

Yes indeed, Elisa. Me too.


Death is a lie as long as there is poetry like this.

Jack: Thanks for the comment.

I loved being pulled into this stream and then along and through--such a smart meditation with turns that surprise but maintain the best most thrilling kind of intellectual rigor.

Wonderfully thought provoking. Must say tho that thinking about greyhounds makes me feel thin and nervous.

Great poem!

Great poem, but how did that human hair get stuck beneath the pigeons' toes? Are barbers selling to the black market? Are pigeons operating that market, hoarding my split ends between their talons? Inquiring minds want to know.

"Sometimes, I feel like I’m about to remember something, but the memory never arrives—just the all-consuming feeling of about to." I thought I was the only one who had this experience. Terrific poem. Great choice, one again, Terence.

Thanks, Stacey.

Really great poem. But all I remember is what it felt like.

Pretty terrific. Lump i my throat. Thanks.

Tracings of a very interesting meditative mind. Thank you.
Pigeon Toed

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

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