Looking out of the Metro window, spotty and gridded with translucent brown grime, a gray-skied day in February 2007, see the graffiti and industrial swaths and a building of brick with broken gray windows, it looks beautiful.
Fragments of broken glass tumble from the sky. The operator tells us to "detrain," avail ourselves of trains. Ride no more trains. Have nothing to do with them henceforth.
The doors open and we rush to escape only to find ourselves between stations, expanse of tracks, no signposts.
STOP THE WAR
I hope for plywood in my life
and poetry
and jugglers in polka-dotted suits
the escalation of my consciousness and thriving of my duplicate infinite selves that I have loosed to realms beyond perception
the interrelations between all things cannot be known, better not to try.
Lunch today with J___, friend from high school days. She is avoiding a litany of foods: celery, carrots, soybeans, soy milk, almonds, pitted fruits, legumes. Her family decrees that according to Korean medicinal tradition she must drink alkaline water.
I soon will drink an elixir of apple cider and water, said to be good for one's health. Also, I now use a neti pot, and I'm a big fan.
Posted by nedlog at February 1, 2007 2:28 PM | TrackBack