Writing in the dark

A way to not read what you are writing until you are completely done with it. Things too happen to us like being written in the dark. We arrive somewhere we do not exactly know.
Night at the beach. Night at the office. They are not lifeless. Theres sea life at the former and mosquitoes throbbing at the latter.
The thing about teeth health, it doesnt matter what goes in there, only nothing gets to stay over for the night.
The world's ink is spreading onto the paper,
exceeding the paper,
onto the blanket, carpet,
out the street, into the lake,
into the sea, dark blue ocean.
Even into the Blue Hole. What happens when it mixes the red hydrogen sulphide. Magenta.
Cannot go hungry to bed. All the tubers in the salt lake see the color enveloping them, some fill their beer bottles with it. One student takes it to his lab. He sees the test tubes filled with it and the litmus test he will put the solution through. The perfume tester changes colors. A dab of the liquid starts a tine, a little more bring out a hue, and then some more colors the molecules in a unique way. Two perfumes with their colors next to each other and close is the mixture of their colors.
White flowers with dash of purple here and there like speckles on an egg shell. What is it chemically? What if we changed colors as we ate?
Grow as a flower. Deliver a flower. Float it.The flower takes after the blue of the water, her vine twirls around the perches on the shore. Sometimes the march of people awakens her. She crouches fro the stealth of unwelcome intentions.
A transparent stomach shows a bed of cookie crumbs.

Sympathetic magic

In the prehistoric times
hunters drew the
bulls and horses they wished
for
The entwined chinese characters
of dots for heads
and dashes for hands
and sticks for bodies
inflate with life
as the hour gets close

Manichean
When Amy Chua said that she lifted 50 pound rock in her Battle Hymn of the tiger mother, I asked my friend if she could. She said that mothers found immense strength in time sof emergency to save their child. few chapters later, the author drove her car over the childs foot and they both fainted.

Myth

Antinomian
Louise Gluck started out with enrolment at Leonie Adams poetry workshop.
poems on myths.
Telemachus poems
Penelope

Hibernation

of snails.
The song of snails who are going to a funeral by Jacques Prevert
Snails trapped in ice reminds me of Thoreau and the crickets
I am amazed that crickets hibernate too.
Issa's lines keep coming up in the wild snail book.
Epiphragm

April 12

After Ted kooser's day titles

A starling is a horse garb
over a stick
A starling hops along the curb
to picks its food in the morning
In the evening two starlings
picking grains like chicken
on the grass
tinge of dark blue on the head
a green on the shoulder
Iridiscent did you say
Impermanent

Hilet

Today I went to the park. The grass was partly dry to sit on it with shorts. the part of the ground with the evening sun had no bench and table. A rain drain into the park ended in rocks mostly small but one bigger than a basketball. That was my seat to read the book from. On the left was a tree with large part of its trunk on the sloping ground. A father and his little 2~3 yr old are waling on it gingerly. When they come down the slope, the kid falls as a bound toy soldier.
On his way home, he says hi. Too low for her to hear, father says. When he calls louder, I apologize and reply hello. He says hi again.

L'eternel retour in To a waterfowl

Battle Hymn of the tiger Mother
Robert Arneson
Sam Gilliam
Samoyed

love rushes into the absence that is loss
- Norman Fischer, In the face of fear

even if the loss is that of love.

Kill the Day poem by Donald Hall. Writing in third person.

On your feet

In The checklist manifesto, two doctors are just exchanging strange cases. One thing that doesnt escape the reader is the call for quick action.

Its all Mediterranean

with words like Almohad. I have never heard of Maimonides. So the mappy looking cover jacket of
Maimonides in his world book was attractive.

Snail have teeth

is the first thing I learn in flipping through The sound of snail eating.

In the way the snail is reacting to the environment, even though it cant talk, you can already see the bond forming between the author and the snail.

In the way, the author Elizabeth Tova Bailey describes the motions of the snail,I can now imagine the world from a snail's point of view. at least in terms of magnitude. Say for example, if it were in the woods it would be lying on the floor with wooden chips its size, that would translate to me climbing over megalith stone tools my size. Last weekend at an Audubon migration celebration event, there was a question. Guess how much nectar would a hummingbird have if it were the size of a child? they had atleast 18 gallons of nectar. They said it needs 3 times its weight.

Somehow I never thought that all the slime it leaves on the trail has to be generated by itself. Even the dried flowers on the ground or shells of nuts though lie vastated, have to be all produced.

I was wondering what a pain it would be for such a tender body if has to travel on sharp bodies. the snail has won that battle too.

Picture Proof

One way or another

When I saw To a mountain in Tibet, I wanted to read it for my love of mountains. Some day.
Looks like the reader is still towards the same destination through
In the shadow of the Buddha

Phurba

Meet up

I was intrigued by this book Wild Men: Ishi and Kroeber in the wilderness of Modern America on Ishi