Please come to a theater near me.
Please.
btw: Eric Kandel's book, In Search of Memory? Brilliant and a pleasure to read.
all over the map (but mostly chicago.il.us)

a found poem
this is a perfect photograph
and if I went back
with an eight by ten
or a four by five
view
camera
I could never have done it as well
as I did then.
It's not the camera
(I remember exclaiming)
it's the composition.
I pointed out how the windswept tree
the tip of the tree
the most remote area of the tree
was hanging down
close to the ground
but it seemed to be pointing
to a curved row of trees
in an orchard
way in the distance
it made a perfect "S" curve
in the composition
(and I said)
There's nothing you could change about this picture.

That is Dr. King's briefcase, just as it was. His brush. His pajamas. That's a can of shaving cream there on top. And you can see his book, 'Strength to Love,' peeping from the pocket.

There is a huge problem with being in love with a public object. The issue of intimacy – or rather lack of it – is forever present.
There's a whole debate over whether you should pump-inflate or use your mouth. We decided to leave that out.

1st: If I'm not for me, who am I? Nobody! 2nd: yes, if I'm only for me, what am I? Nothing! 3rd: If not now, when? Once more: Unless constructive-selfish I work hard, like Mark Spitz, perfecting first me, absolute nothing can help perfect me!! 4th...

It kinda feels like the world is coming around to our way of thinking.
— Crafty girl Jill Bliss of blissen.com, as quoted in the sneak preview
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