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A Movable Feast

"What a lovely afternoon and evening. Now we'd better have lunch."
"I'm very hungry," I said. "I worked at the café on a café crème."
"How did it go, Tatie?"
"I think all right. I hope so. What do we have for lunch?"
"Little radishes, and good foie de veau with mashed potatoes and an endive salad. Apple tart."
"And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them."
"Would that be honest?"
"Sure."
"Does she have Henry James too?"
"Sure."

"My," she said. "We're lucky that you found the place."
"We're always lucky," I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.

There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.

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More on Trepanning:

"Feilding and other advocates believe that trepanation allows greater blood flow to the brain by altering cranial fluid dynamics, thus revitalising brain metabolism to its more youthful level, present prior to the fusion of the cranial bones.[citation needed] Recent research carried out by Feilding in collaboration with Prof. Yuri Moskalenko has provided evidence in support of this hypothesis. This is part of a larger research programme investigating how intracranial dynamics change as we age, and what can be done to increase cranial compliance to help limit some of the detrimental changes associated with aging."


"Joseph Mellen met Bart Huges in 1965 in Ibiza and quickly became his leading, or rather one and only, disciple. Years later he wrote a book called Bore Hole, the contents of which are summarized in its opening sentence: 'This is the story of how I came to drill a hole in my skull to get permanently high.'"

http://www.trepan.com

photo by shawnk

rodos

I.
temperance -
yer wet.

wet like singing glasses,
my wet finger long the ridge.

summer wet / winter wet
in temperance, steam rises;
smelling like cedar,
wet like a rope.

wet like the temptress
wet like the tropics,
wet like my two fingers,
wet from my two cups

wet like my teacup
heavy w/ diamonds-
(the first to be
knocked
over.

II.
now i'm tempting the temptress
to take me away
in a volvo that
outruns loneliness.

this is me,
tempting the temptress
through somber backroads
and stoic cornfields
in bodies built for distance,
diving off bridges,
running through the streets.

III.
i found her in the kitchen, hands outstretched
towards the burner, blood dripping from her
swollen jaws.

swollen like the door after snow falls
(the door won't budge, it just won't close)
she helps herself to raw milk and venison,
warming her sore timbres by the stove.

gaga

salmon

These photos were taken at a fish hatchery, allegedly shut down after its owner killed a number of herons with a shotgun for eating his stock.