I Want To Read Books
I want to read books that live in the air, that turn colors into permanent shrines as Cather and Carver each commute our psychological entrapments Into shapes of blue boats and white clothes flapping in a midsummer breeze. It is to say I want to hold on to something so that words are not what I have to use when I talk to you but beacons and lifejackets in the rage of the line, the ripple of the moment when everything goes on through and into each other. Writing is our shrine to live by, to learn from, to shine for.
To The Other Side of Things
In the spring reading Ripley's colored Believe books, I thought of Wonderland and hookahs, of the ways things go through each other to the other side of things. An eloquent vanishing. Not just any bell book and candle, But Kim Novak effervescent on Powell Street Elizabeth Taylor shining gold Near where the water was, near where the mysteries lay uncovered. Where the swami speaks of transformation and solid things shiver Bigger
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…is a writer born in Berkeley who has been socially aware all her life. Years in Franco’s Spain only taught her more about group action and collaboration. Professor of American and teaching World literatures teach her how to live and love. Intensity is her middle name.