reservoir...
this evening saw the coming of the chokecherry jar. honey. electric torch quiver up the stalks. the green sky and diffuse stars. calling for the gloved cat.
i think we'll go to the lake soon. once i saw a buck ford. just tines above the surface. advancing chevron. and somewhere under the green a cabin. or the skeleton of a cabin. i always wonder when i paddle over if the doors are open. imagine chairs still touching floor. nice spine. shivers. things arranged. in place but dim. algae film.
there are so many schools under.
one of my favorite books says plants birds and fish leave the same marks. fish take to the sky and flowers are mistaken for birds. etc.
it's a man-made lake. what they call a reservoir. the strangest thing is it's unswimmable. cattle shit and die there. deer ford. boats spill. oil casted glassy nets. but swimming is forbidden.
i've been in. the mud is thick and sticky.
wellidy. must to sleep now.
i think we'll go to the lake soon. once i saw a buck ford. just tines above the surface. advancing chevron. and somewhere under the green a cabin. or the skeleton of a cabin. i always wonder when i paddle over if the doors are open. imagine chairs still touching floor. nice spine. shivers. things arranged. in place but dim. algae film.
there are so many schools under.
one of my favorite books says plants birds and fish leave the same marks. fish take to the sky and flowers are mistaken for birds. etc.
it's a man-made lake. what they call a reservoir. the strangest thing is it's unswimmable. cattle shit and die there. deer ford. boats spill. oil casted glassy nets. but swimming is forbidden.
i've been in. the mud is thick and sticky.
wellidy. must to sleep now.
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sure! the book is a collection of three short stories by vassilis vassilikos called the plant, the well, the angel. i'm not entirely sure why it appeals to me so much. but it does. "hazy and aerial perspective-y" is nice. i like that. this baby doll dance you speak of sounds very intriguing. hmm. humidity. mixed feelings about that. i liked it when i was in the midwest. so different from a california summer. i liked the fireflies and the thunder and the constant rain and the greenery. but i don't think i'd like them in california. i like my california summers dry. mediterranean-ish. but water rocks! yes!
I came here to ask what this book was. Now I know and can seek.
Yesterday, in New Jersey, there was mist in the air that wasn't falling. Its magic almost made up for the discomfort.
yes! seek. i don't actually have my own copy of it or i'd lend it to you. i was trapped in the library once upon a time. raining. stumbled across this one and continued to visit it. i like it a lot.
mist. that is, yes, quite fantastico. especially a mist that doesn't fall. today there was fog on the coast and it made the trees drip. somewhat less magical. but it smelled nice.
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