I leave for San
Francisco, joining the rush of vehicles down freeway over bridge, draining
into streets whose names have remained familiar...but I forgot that the neuroanatomical evidence of massively
altered brain proportions and the anthropological and clinical evidence
for universality of symbol learning across a wide spectrum of circumstances
indicate that the human brain has been significantly over-built for
learning symbolic associations. Human brain structure is an exaggerated
reflection--a caricature almost--of the special demands imposed by the challenge of their angle, and detour around,
working my may back to the Haight-Ashbury. God's Eye Theater
a beauty parlor, Straight Theater a supermarket, Golden Gate
Park seems more
developed than when I wrote "Alone in winter's drizzle—
no pond
no frog no sound.
Rain and
hay fever sensed in the nostrils. Meet Talan at
the People's Cafe, he just back from a conference in L.A.,
bleary from two flights canceled and little sleep. Over coffee
we discuss mutual friends, personal plans, context dichotomies...
then I drive to North Beach, arriving at |
a 15-minute
parking meter opposite City Lights. It was the
spirit of this place that drew me cross country a new home,
almost forty years ago. A ghost now, a hollow-eyed revenant
sweeping across titles of new books looking much the same,
I have never been more than I'm not at this moment. |
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