four thoughts from Dec 27

after ten years, i’ve learned it gets cold in chicago

Work for a man with no sense of past.

Another thought about time last night but I can’t recall. It was a good thought, in another register, not my usual. Anymore, these only come in dreams.

Short prose-poetry cuts in and speaks a demanding Dostoevskian poetics of opening. At least as much is revealed through silences and spaces as through the words themselves.

California is not the answer to anything.