I was sitting at Taste of India, reading these poetries, when all of the sudden, I turned the page to find Dinosaur Love!!!! Oh Rexy! How did you die? I don't know E.Katz. I woke up one day and wasn't there!!!!
I tried to remember Ray's reading voice from the backyard. I tried to recreate Ray's reading voice in the kitchen. UNsuccessful. I read to Bret Ginsberg's solution for building a new democracy. Articulation of thoughts and actions, yes. Getting secret agencies off our backs!
There was one poem about terrorism. And all of the things the US has done that constitute acts of terrorism. Democracy Now said there are 1 million names on the US's possible terrorist list. At what point does it become apparent that these words no longer mean anything? At what point does it become apparent that because these words no longer mean anything, that they never could? Drummed up.
There was a poem about eating the stars. About the mountains being made by god for skiing. And the forests being made by god for golf courses, So much so that one day the kids suggest that they can eat the stars. It would be nice to eat the stars in a magical kind of way. Not in an ownership kind of way.
There was a poem about operation. Operation this and that. It was strong. Some of the poems, I liked because they went on and on. Very listing. Very much like, here's a problem we made, here's another problem we made, here's another. And on and on....
Yikes it's November.