Tuesday, December 20, 2005


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MEDITATION
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A flock of round, tiny gray birds descends on a naked, leafless tree.........then, as if choreographed, 2 or 3 of them at a time hop unto an evergreen where they quickly eat as many white berries as they can.........then return to the leafless tree for a moment, and fly away for good.

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The wind is busy making a fuzzy sidewinder cloud out of the sharp white line of an airforce jet-trail drifting above me.

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I was going to put the radio on, but the perfect silence here is so beautiful, that I couldn't get myself to do it.
I love silence.
I need its calming bliss.

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I feel sad with the knowledge that a few thousand transit workers (who earn twice as much as the city's cops and firemen) are holding 7 million New Yorkers hostage during these icecold, last few days before Christmas.
MALIGNANT
NARCISSISM
made manifest.

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Something's running really fast over my roof. Could be a blackbird.
Or a rabbit.
Perhaps a squirrel?
I turn on the radio.
Jimy Hendrix's "If 6 were 9"
GREATNESS
made manifest.

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