BLAZE

Read books like candy. Delicious: let the words slip over your tongue, play with your tastes, nourish the hunger inside you. Who shall write elliptically? I.

Grey grey gloomy day. Where are the other bloggers? Carol visited last night. She filled my head with wonderings. We spent Friday night with Bill and Valerie. They are some of my favourite people ever. I really like — and respect — smart, strong people. Then there are all those I'm running from. Oh well.

Must plant. Must write. Must research. Must mark. Must think. Must stop thinking. Life of imperatives. Why do I need an audience?

... I don't know why sometimes I get frightened ...

Finished both Up the Down Staircase and Uncomfortably Numb. Consuming as avoidance. I need to realize the metaphor of climbing the walls. Teach and cheat are anagrams. As are meta, meat and team, tho' not as effective. I hear a voice calling from the underside of the equator. Seventeen days and counting: what will I become? Whatever will the universe make of us?

Binaries binaries everywhere, always a trap, a trick, a treachery. I am a child of computer logic: both/and, if/then. Why not ask for more? Something opened in my soul one day and the world could never be enough.

Why the tears then? I'll tell you why: It's all too beautiful, all too beautiful, all too beautiful...

See? See? Look now: do you see? Do you understand? Do you hear the sounds in the symbols? The you in me?

No shadows in the city.

Leslie
... blowing through the jasmine of my mind ...