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WALKING EAST OF GRENOBLE, FIRST PREP for the Old Friends TOUR.
 From sushi to sashimi, from a walk to a jog,
France becomes a trainer's ramp.
Summer cannot wane or age the walker's bead
on a new stage.
The heart moves in from the left.
The pitted kettle begins to make a sound.
Surrounding us, resounding to the Evermore,
another thaw - I am in awe I forgive
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It might have rained last night;
The day is fiercely beautiful. Radiant
sun falls on interfolding hills climbing
to the spine of Tuscany, la Lima to
Pistoia and to Brunelleschi's dome,
home to art majors like me, a walker
in the dells (here, church bells) faint
E'truscan images only Carrara marble
tells in gorgeous morning air. Two eyes
over Italy, ridge in the Mediterranean
floor. Before me, shells on the Adriatic
shore, then down to the Dardanelles.
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Big free show at the Roman Coliseum,
six hundred thousand Italians, a year
and a week ago.
I walk the Siena road today through
middle Italy. Little we know of the way
of things, of the Buddha's art - of what
will connect and what will remain apart.
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How little we know
There in the shadows of Plato's cave
are the movements of the Pentagon and
the CIA. Crouching toward the opening
we watch the mute display - a matinée
of faceless figures on schist.
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Good pitch is simple honesty.
Correcting pitch with Pro Tools
are simulated ways. All of our
days the searching needs for
unalloyed truth and beauty lead.
Morality played to win is a
plate of tin.
MARCH 27, 2006
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No you can't blame elm disease on us
as such - it's Dutch. But the ravage hasn't
reached this original hippie sixty miles
west of the Mississippi. Here under the
magnificent spread of a hundred-foot vase
I am thinking of the fork in the trunk. An
early divorce. Trunks packed like trees,
they grew divergent, poised between the
reach of the leaves for open air and the
pull of the partner - a perpetual "V", a de-
voted duality, balm of blance, rapturous
realm, a remaining American Elm.
JUNE 14, 2007
ROCHESTER, MINNESOTA
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I never believed in fortune cookies.
How could an Asian stranger know my
fate? But what if I open two this time?
What of the juxtaposition? Through
the years a thousand Chinese seers
have described my personality. Now
I will address my own duality.
— "You are, " one starts I am?
— "Your future is, " says the other.
Hot damn! Already I'm flattered and
reassured.
— ". as boundless as . " a simile.
infinity
— ". one of those people who ."
discards discernment? (Here is my
group at last - critical thinks cap_
tured by the cookie)
— ". the lofty heaven" and ". goes
places in life" who wrote this stuff?
brain get numb from
too much dim sum
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