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Every morning she would appear at the bakery precisely at ten A.M. with a shopping list purportedly for the three women who lived with her, but actually it was all for her--and most of the workers at the bakery knew it. I sat at the small cafe table, eying her huge ass, her mountainous breasts, pushing at her holey knitted sweater, and watched as it rode up from her waist over her belly.
Her eyes would widen as the counter girl placed a prune danish into the bottom of the bag, then a almond cheese danish, and a brioche, at last a croissant, some liquefied butter appearing as it was squeezed slightly to fit it into the bag. Usually at this time she would push some hair off her forehead and then, after she paid for the baked goods she would go behind the shed to have her four pastries out of sight. She daintily nibbled at first, but finally devoured all, using her pudgy fingers to push them into her mouth in a last desperate moment, determined to finish before being discovered.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Her eyes revealed a no longer suppressed, ever present sorrow, a sadness drawn out of bitterness. Of course, I was drawn to her.
Her eyes revealed a no longer suppressed, ever present sorrow, a sadness drawn out of bitterness. Of course, I was drawn to her.
Monday, December 27, 2004
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Yes, twelve stories up. But no stories to speak.
At dawn the lights of night still lit,
From the west
A yellow light over the city.
On the eastern horizon,
A red blip, as yet only the top of the arc,
I feel my morning urge to pee.
Dark clouds gilded in red and gold.
Watching, alone, I wonder.
A few cars speed on the roads.
--and a siren breaks my only possession,
My peaceful, happy silence.
For a moment I deliberate—I should pee.
Shall I start the coffee first?
Or pee? I get out the coffee can,
Carefully measure out
Exactly four cups of water. Then,
Four heaping tablespoons of Brown Gold
Into the filter. I turn on the machine, hear
Its slight hiss as the water seeps through the grounds.
And make my way through the dawn-light in
The familiar apartment. I hear Maria sleep-breathing
In the bedroom. At last, I make my pee.
Yes, she labors, even in sleep.
MEK, December 2004
Yes, twelve stories up. But no stories to speak.
At dawn the lights of night still lit,
From the west
A yellow light over the city.
On the eastern horizon,
A red blip, as yet only the top of the arc,
I feel my morning urge to pee.
Dark clouds gilded in red and gold.
Watching, alone, I wonder.
A few cars speed on the roads.
--and a siren breaks my only possession,
My peaceful, happy silence.
For a moment I deliberate—I should pee.
Shall I start the coffee first?
Or pee? I get out the coffee can,
Carefully measure out
Exactly four cups of water. Then,
Four heaping tablespoons of Brown Gold
Into the filter. I turn on the machine, hear
Its slight hiss as the water seeps through the grounds.
And make my way through the dawn-light in
The familiar apartment. I hear Maria sleep-breathing
In the bedroom. At last, I make my pee.
Yes, she labors, even in sleep.
MEK, December 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Someone said:
People don't seem to realize that their opinion of the world is a confession of character.
Someone said:
People don't seem to realize that their opinion of the world is a confession of character.
Monday, December 20, 2004
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
I have come to a conclusion: My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
Vladimir Nabokov
I have come to a conclusion: My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
Vladimir Nabokov
Friday, December 10, 2004
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Serious literature fans:
You couldn't do better than "The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll," Alvaro Mutis.
Serious literature fans:
You couldn't do better than "The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll," Alvaro Mutis.
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Yes, I want to be attentive, involved in what I am doing, involved in what is going on around me. I want to engage with with friends, my family members. But somehow, I am not really engaged. I am apart. I keep myself that way. I am like Alvaro Mutis' character, Maqroll, known to his friends as the 'watchman.' But my habit of keeping myself at a distance from my own life, and from the lives of my friends and my dearest removes me from what is real. I am always peering through a window trying to see what is real. But I can't feel through the glass. I only observe.
Is that the way I want it?
And, by the way, you couldn't find a better book than, Alvaro Mutis, "The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll."
Yes, I want to be attentive, involved in what I am doing, involved in what is going on around me. I want to engage with with friends, my family members. But somehow, I am not really engaged. I am apart. I keep myself that way. I am like Alvaro Mutis' character, Maqroll, known to his friends as the 'watchman.' But my habit of keeping myself at a distance from my own life, and from the lives of my friends and my dearest removes me from what is real. I am always peering through a window trying to see what is real. But I can't feel through the glass. I only observe.
Is that the way I want it?
And, by the way, you couldn't find a better book than, Alvaro Mutis, "The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll."
BusterStronghart@Gmail.com
Another aspect of the Bush vote was that the great unwashed and the bourgeoisie have been bamboozled by the Republican Propaganda Machine. Patriotism,. The American flag, "socialist" ideas, the danger of gov't subsidized medical care...etc. -- It's really amazing how stupid Mr. Average Joe is; can't he see how good Medicare is? Can't he see how good even Medicaid is (in some states.)
It's great to believe in Democracy, but until there is an educational system, with educable students, we are never going to have a rational, fair and just government. And now they are falling for the privatization of Social Security. Under Mrs. Thatcher the old age pension system was revamped partially privatized--and it doesn't work.There have been scandals and failures. But the Republicans want Privatization. But the Brits also have a National Health Care System.
But, Heaven forefend!! No No!! They don't want that!
Another aspect of the Bush vote was that the great unwashed and the bourgeoisie have been bamboozled by the Republican Propaganda Machine. Patriotism,. The American flag, "socialist" ideas, the danger of gov't subsidized medical care...etc. -- It's really amazing how stupid Mr. Average Joe is; can't he see how good Medicare is? Can't he see how good even Medicaid is (in some states.)
It's great to believe in Democracy, but until there is an educational system, with educable students, we are never going to have a rational, fair and just government. And now they are falling for the privatization of Social Security. Under Mrs. Thatcher the old age pension system was revamped partially privatized--and it doesn't work.There have been scandals and failures. But the Republicans want Privatization. But the Brits also have a National Health Care System.
But, Heaven forefend!! No No!! They don't want that!
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