weeks a sodden grave out porthole windows, North Pacific waves
lapping creaking oil tanker's orange-streaked sides, "the
brink of the world" a featureless horizon that was long
ago. But this ocean is ubiquitous, lifting itself and....
down one hundred miles inland, I shake
beads of salty water
my tangled coat.
rusty shutters thrown open--Party
Like An Animal--posted to its peeling
brick wall. I wonder how animals party. "Bears
dance," Sasquatch says, wrestling with
screeching of schisming steel pierces ears, drill tiny holes
my notion is that
once the brain systems are engaged, they don't know (so
where the impetus came from; they can produce the same effects
whether you activated the process endogenously (from information in
or exogenously (from looking at vibrating brain-tissue.
couple strolls in front of me. He wears a bald spot encircled
by stylish gray hair. A camera swings tentatively from his left
shoulder. She's topped off with a blue beret, faux Paris, and
a matching knapsack, on this droll day.