four thoughts from Dec 27
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.