January 2011
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on the overnight train to Paris
I am sitting in a bunk on the overnight train to Paris.
A little French girl is tapping my shoulder, wanting a bonbon bonbon, but I am telling T, I just have to write, I just have to write. I don’t know why, but I have to write.
Bonbon. The girl’s voice becomes more insistent. She pulls my hands away from the laptop-
but no
no
it’s a typewriter now
(I have always wanted a...
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i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing...
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today i went to to the library
Mel suggests we go, and as we walk along the street leading to the enormous old building, more and more signs of the presence of books begin to appear. People carrying stacks of them. People who look intelligent. People who look like their life has purpose. People who look like nerds.
I feel very comfortable here.
We pass through the courtyard and inside the doors, and the woman who gives...
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“For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace…”