Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Monday, November 16, 2009

Sick Day



Thermometers registering me high today.

Fahrenheit up from the usual low 'corpse' readings that no doctors ever believe.

Three things from this illusory 'fever':

1) The word 'Edinburgh' appeared in the chance meanderings of the ceiling putty.

2) Reading about Gorky during 1917, his political good sense utterly lost upon that time, a man of letters judging the mob responses to Petrograd lawlessness. Then noting per chance an article in the newspaper about the release of Sarah Palin's book -- as a possible precursor for further political power.

Fear.

3) Memory of head lights seen through glass -- home window? stationary car window? -- headlights moving in rain, feeling myself very young, younger than school age.


Society is vulnerable as a child.

The politics of this time pinprick stability like a fever.


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2 comments:

  1. Excuse my Anglo-Saxon, but that is fuckin' brilliant!

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  2. Anglo-Saxon is spoken here. And I thank you for your enthusiasm!

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