Lissome

The end of sacrifice and the approach of the true temple (Milton—heart). Bowen, no love’s death. To learn body in all its uses. This morning thinking of what is recorded in, on me, so as to serve You. 

Jam tomorrow (continuing)

No I am not the same. Scabbing everywhere, over the heart. They, soft tissue bound. He who loveth, she who loveth, man and bird and beast. 

Rhubarb

Rooting where I am. 

(I had a farm in Africa: Baroness? Always in that title, both, a twinge of evils imperial and yet we are communing—this seems to be, now, all I have)

Outer resolution says little of the inner winds. To enact a stipulation and find oneself in open field. The gesture (Flusser) in the day: tethers of the heart-free. Will that be what they ask of us. Which is delmore. El more. Spring is not sour; Louis A at last this morning then One Enchanted Evening (some) so perhaps she is with me still, and Again.

GS

I do not trust them, those big ears, they contravene the artist (FK WB), they dilate his workings

NY Plant Designs

Meanwhile seeking more people with marginal relation to the soul root of pola ? stout

Some exilics (elective) and dear me I don’t mean Jabes

suddenly remembering Mavis Gallant as Pyrus pyrifolia, apple-pear

What is this fleshy tasteless thing with its crisp outside and then you finish and on cold food, full meal no air 

Things I have seen (disconcertingly yet all-confirming)

Men with embroidered German flag patches. This, a few times a day now. There is a big conference in two weeks, so it seems a bit early. Then, bunnies in bags. One in a tote in real life, last night, by the Lafayette Van Leeuwen, another toted in Lemon Tree, short film, Este's Mubi login...