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The Cripple Liberation Front Marching Band Blues
(Part I)
They draw me into an arch so that they can run an eighteen-inch horse-needle in between the plates of my spine for an hour or so to get a copious sample of the cerebrospinal fluid. So the doctors can tell my family. What they know already. That I am very sick. That I might die.
April 1983Good Marriages
A miracle, a third person in the relationship: Jesus, a fourth divorce
April 1983Still Moving
An Interview With Tai-Chi Teacher Jay Dunbar
Tai-Chi takes extraordinary discipline and perseverance to gain any degree of mastery, and yet, it’s ideally suited to someone who’s interested in a complete series of exercises to do in a short period of time every day. It’s a Taoist paradox.
March 1983Photographs By John Rosenthal
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February 1983Cholestiatoma
Cholestiatoma is a loving beast; as with other cancers, he comes like a string around the finger, a chain around the throat, to insure that we do not idly forget why we are here. Cholestiatoma (Chole when masculine, Choleste when feminine) lives in my skull between the meninges and the right orbit.
February 1983Living With The Dying
An Interview With Dale Borglum
A lot of my work is to just stay as clear as I can, so I can be there, available and loving, but at the same time have a penetrating enough awareness that I don’t buy into the superficial sentimentality of the situation. And death, of course, is the ultimate melodrama.
January 1983
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