having solved the puzzle of sleep
Nov. 28th, 2001 12:14 pma woman in a stream, in the woods behind paradise pond. she is ts eliot, i whisper to somebody. she recites the wasteland in overtones of joy.
and in firenze with k, j, dad & danny. in a dark lobby waiting for lightbulbs. in a dark room waiting to figure out the time zone. it's not ten pm it's two pm. it's not two pm it's noon. it's not noon it's ten am. each time the light outside flickers & readjusts. i want to run up calzaiuoli and visit monica and caffe italiano. but nobody will leave the room with me.
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i'm reading about figure studies. ligatures and insertion points. tendons. iliac ridges. slowly i am learning how to draw a foot; how to separate the body into planes.
c's grandfather had a stroke at 4 am this morning. no more templeton hats or pendleton hats. his brain is leaking blood and he can no longer speak. this is the man i watched shuffle room to room, pick up books exclaiming i've read this book before no one telling him the books were from his old house. mama e is holding a vigil at his bedside.
and in firenze with k, j, dad & danny. in a dark lobby waiting for lightbulbs. in a dark room waiting to figure out the time zone. it's not ten pm it's two pm. it's not two pm it's noon. it's not noon it's ten am. each time the light outside flickers & readjusts. i want to run up calzaiuoli and visit monica and caffe italiano. but nobody will leave the room with me.
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i'm reading about figure studies. ligatures and insertion points. tendons. iliac ridges. slowly i am learning how to draw a foot; how to separate the body into planes.
c's grandfather had a stroke at 4 am this morning. no more templeton hats or pendleton hats. his brain is leaking blood and he can no longer speak. this is the man i watched shuffle room to room, pick up books exclaiming i've read this book before no one telling him the books were from his old house. mama e is holding a vigil at his bedside.