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Morning Rituals
Wandering the fields, rendezvousing in a cowshed, getting out the paper dolls
March 1987Broken Promises
Playing board games, returning a rented cap and gown, counting the days
January 1987Where I Am Now
I’m sitting at my desk watching the moon rise over the Berkshires; I’m in an apartment; I’m not in California
December 1986The Library
The library is a trap; it is the subversion of secrecy; it is the first and best sanctuary of the life of the mind
October 1986Old Friends
Two World Wars and the Great Depression, the old Firesign Theater “Everything You Know Is Wrong,” a wet comb
August 1986Voices
Inner voice as intuitive guide, the undeniable presence of a voice, the voice of silence
July 1986Lost And Found
Finding then losing then finding again a pocketknife, losing yourself in a bookstore, losing your sex drive
June 1986
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