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2002-05-17 - 2:01 a.m. |
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Need to get some of this down before it leaves me -- Maybe it won't make any sense. I've moved into the country beyond hunger. Maybe I'm delirious. Just returned from Michelle Shocked. Wowee (like Bob Dylan says it--pretty scary)! I am well. And what the fuck, baby, do I care what happened today up until now? Because I may have fucked everything up, but even if I did. My love is a dry well and your love is a big blue sky and sometimes I need a thunderstorm to come and fill me up. Frances said she was like a preacher. I can't talk about it. But this: I remember suddenly the rest of my life, I've got all of that and there is much to do. I can do any of it and I can do this. I offer these fragments to the reclamation gods: From Basho (the poet, not the dog): Even in Kyoto-- ____________ From Sappho: You may ____________ From Rumi: The way of love is not And: If anyone asks you |
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