Monday, November 16, 2009
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.
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.