woken by crickets
carpet feels damp to the toes
room lit by screen glare

techniques for vamping and scattering . . .

ancillary techniques for dressing
five items I would never wear:

• falsies
• vest covered with honey beige hairlike protrusions
• major heftiness of those black sequined too big tops
• arrivederci shoes
• Ipex in any form

techniques for scattering and unscattering
collecting
collections to dismantle:

• dice
• teapots of the sweeter type
• glass animals such as the fox terrier
• duck images on the living room wall, one fabric, two children’s imitations
• cunning set of tiny boats (Chinese?) in ivory plastic

things I want

• poetry of O’Hara
• poetry of Duncan

three small grills

two chairs

one black sunflower

“In the aspiration and tremble of all along, you feel the loneliness and off edge trying to get through.”

Photographer Lin Ran, 798 photo gallery, beijing, china

Sunday, August 21, 2005
54 miles
12+ mph on mostly flat terrain
Port Jefferson, LI, to Fire Island National Seashore on Atlantic coast
Route: North Country Road to 25A
25A to Rocky Point/Yamhank Road
William Floyd Parkway to FINS
More twists and turns, but those were the major routes. Nice riding for the most part next to parks and farmlands, some bike lanes on the busier roads.
Temperature hit 100 degrees

Paradjanov

Often I am permitted to return to a meadow

. . .

that is a place of first permission,

everlasting omen of what is.

by Robert Duncan, from The Opening of the Field
Copyright © 1960

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