there's nothing to say... and everything to say... we're all busy saying and not saying it... i can't say but erin can... and william rivers pitt can

all i can say are these songs with uncertain words... by low... "the curtain hits the cast"... it sounds what i think and feel about what's going on... it's a prayer... you can't hear it... i'm sorry...

stupid pomes... you see i've been keeping up with finish your phrase... nonsense... a shot at writing without ego... letting go... is the hardest thing... often it doesn't work... it's really impossible... but i do it every day... as a reminder... and all these dots... ellipses... come courtesy of... that project.... these are my most useful punctuations... maybe a bit like miss emily's dashes... she knew... all you need is some space... for a breath or a thought... time enough for something to happen... somewhere...

"can we watch the war?"

"no"

"well... then... can we watch the basketball?"

"page 167... 'the real thing'... henry james"

yes... henry james... i'm having sophomores read henry james... i have lost my mind... always been afraid of henry james... that's why i own most of his stuff... i don't read it... just own it... keep your enemy close by...

mr. fitz is collecting money for a carmel grad who is now with the jesuit volunteers in haiti... he tries to get abandoned kids off the street. they do not need henry james... they need food and clothes... a more basic education... henry james is nowhere... he's not even ncaa basketball... everyone is being very generous.

My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.

D. H. Lawrence

 

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