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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