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Blood On The Streets (June 21 21)
Walking up _____ Street today there was a lot of fresh blood. Not a lot of police. A lot of tape. We had missed it. The blood was still wet, so presumably not by that long. D____ insisted on walking us past the mess, past the alleys that the freaks creep out of all hours […]
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The Jewel Is In The Lotus…The Roots Are In The Mud
The jewel is in the lotus, though it’s roots are in the mud. The man is on the rooftop: the streets are crying for blood. The hand is in the glove but the glove is on the floor. The faces are all masked and the smiles are unforgiving: the common air’s not free and every […]
MoreJust Another Dharma Dog Day: The Other Side Of The Window
I haven’t dared look out of my window for a while. I am cautious about that which I do not wish to witness. There is a certain responsibility in watching. The act of looking enters the observer into a contract of seeing and being seen. I have a copy of Dharma Bums. It is a […]
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