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14th day of Spring
14th day of the Moon
48th year of the Space Age
02 April 2004
Tijuana, Baja California
MORNING AND MID-DAY:
There is a certain . That this word is
not apo strophe remember
That this word is
written . That stanza and verse and line
apply .
This .My mother tells me via telephone that there is a letter waiting for me from the New Yorker magazine. Wonder what that's about I'll find out in another day or two meanwhile you COULD write me here, eh? If it's urgent.
YESTERDAY's news:
I read yesterday a poem by Wm Carlos Wms in the library across the street yesterday did I mention it was yesterday April fool fantastic scare piece on KNX about how our environment is full of di-hydrogen oxide heh heh heh H2O get it?the joke is real I really read it . The poem, I mean, not the dihydrogenoxide - that I drank heh. The poem was a poem about a dead dog and some other writer Wms knew/read . We all know dogs and their lives are shorter than ours
and Wm doctor broke
his verses elegantlyone
two
three .That was yesterday this is today.
It rained last night with flashes of lightning and thunder one two three
I let the dogs in for a while until it stopped
Of course I don't need to tell you that the thunder in the night awakened my childhood fears of apocalyptic destruction thank you very much for that childhood education when we had to hide under the schoolroom desks and kiss our asses goodbye every time the siren wailed mmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaa oooooooooooooo
like the dogs howl now when a fire truck or red cross panel goes by on second or third howwwwwlllllllliiinnngg in the night
thank God another day alive
the book of poems is still there
on the shelf unless someone checkedit out .
the bomb picture incidentally was personally hand cropped and hand colored from a black and white photo obtained from public domain - some government site or another the Philip found I don't have his files at hand right now but there you are he chopped it and tinted it all those horrible colors of radiating death and then he set the background to TRANSPARENT and there you are yes here we are ¿eh? Eh.
I went to the garden yesterday to see the young lady daughter of the big boss lady
oh my what a beautiful place
tonight begins the first and secondhours of English .
Tonight tonight won't be just any night tonight there will be no morning star... etc. I quote from WEST SIDE STORY for your educational purposes only that you may understand what runs through my head over and over I would tell you allllll the lyrics but that might be an infringement of copyright so only a fair useage citation here to let you know and besides it IS for damn certain that I nor We are NOT making ANY profit off of this heh heh prophet maybe profit no.
Hello . My name is . I live in . I speak English . I want to learn more English . I you we he she it they
HEY
I want to enjoy this day of the first of days, even if no one comes to my class this moment of possession of an event and perhaps a beginning of much good sharing.
2 AP 4 2 4 4 4 2 4
these are the single years when the year number can be written singly as a single number
0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
the years when I live across the street from a park in Mexico
in California
almost halfway through them ten single years now
0 1 2 3 down and 4 counting
day after tomorrow will be 4.4.4 look Out MAMA
things mix
like fire and
smoke around me
here
wrap around margins in the movement of a framed
inside
inside
brain go outside hand
LATER this evening, also from handwritten draft :practicing how to talk
A B R A C A D A B R A B R A C A D A B R A R A C A D A B R A A C A D A B R A C A D A B R A A D A B R A D A B R A A B R A B R A R A A[ Abracadabra ] all poets
one way un other we all get
caught by the word flow yet
manage to s t o p
and scribble down one word or another
one at at time .
EASTER PASCUA We killed him, Romans and Greeks and Christians and Jews there was no difference between us we killed him he died for us 1,968 years ago in 36 A.D. the imperial governor washed his hands and ordered his soldiers whip him then kill him, Jesus for us thank you Easter Passover bloody metamorphosis of a thought from God if you believe it no proof is necessary but still, he did what prophecy told him was necessary for the suffering servant if you don't believe it no proof is sufficient nor any sense of history undermine its line but it's still the spring sacrifice of man to become God again after walking word through the blackness of winter buried in Earth's dark womb .
in case you haven't noticed I live in a mythological world and my calendar is a cycle endlessly returning upon its own self its own revolving wheel yule it's true it's false it's turning over and over and over and coming back to the same bus station in another same city in another street market in another an other one A U M
1. in the little house in the garden I sit waiting for students fear none will come this first day no announcements have been printed nor mailed and no April schedule released and more : next week is Holy Week and el lugar del nopal will be CLOSED for vacation but I am just as happy alone (as ever) in the little house with its big table upon rustic tile floor, and the windows into the garden this is the garden that Felipe Almada built these are the little houses that Felipe Almada built of course he had help, but to him goes the credit in this town of cliques that loves to hate and to love say no more, Gringo.... the family still owns all this property garden, café, houses, apartments, shops all this lovely spot is due to their care all this is theirs to share with the world if you only come to see sit in the garden with a coffee and a snack or hear some music one night ( but they are closed Easter week ) 2. outside, under the trees, you can look up the hill between the little houses beyond the back patio deck of el Nopal to the tilted homes and apartments clinging onto the hillside above this west end of downtown cubist blocks and crumbling walls cement streaked with graffiti scrawl disguised by palm trees and bougainvillea I can never spell that name either in english or español but can hear the distant roar of traffic and imagine the footsteps of one or two climbing up the old cement staircase to Independencia neighborhood 3. they bring me a cup of coffee at the big empty table in the little house in the beautiful garden where you can sit indoors or out ( but they are closed Easter week ) I scribble these verses waiting reading then writing breathing in the green, wet breath of spring there were lightning bolts and thunder last night with showers and wind and today everything is heavy, thick yet b e a u t i f u l in gray clouds and cool breeze . 4. ONLY A WEEK AGO was frightful sun and dry santa ana heat . Amazing how quickly it can change when the air masses make war between our continent and ocean yes . There are many more frontiers here than simply two nations imply . Earth / Sky Land / Ocean Temperate / Tropic North South East West Above Below GENTLEMEN ! LADIES ! Start Your Climate Engines !
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