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Tuesday 13 August 2002 |
Got too much time on your hands and bored bored bored? Make your own music video channel.
11:26:52 PM 
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First day I came on this most recent site I drove around the whole compound once, leaving by the back exit, then coming around to the fore entrance. I found where I went wrong and bore a hard right after coming in. I was expecting a cylindrical building, but there was a cylindrical glass jutting out from this. I kept staring and staring trying to figure out if this was the cylindrical building the client had mentioned that I only noticed the cones blocking the rest of the access road just barely in time to stop right before them. One of the security type guys came over as I drove into the lot to tell me, that’s a fifteen mile-per-hour road, son. I nodded and parked, then waited. Apparently the stop was loud as well, because everyone inside was snickering as I came in.
Well.
Second day I came in, I finally got the product working right before lunch. It was something I had seen several times, and yet had not recognized it until I had it staring me in the face. Going down the staircase for lunch, I noticed a callipygian short skirt walking from the stair into the hall, and felt an urge to give chase an introduce myself. What did I do with this urge? Swallow it, keep it locked inside your stomach until it becomes a thing gnawing at you, gnawing, gnawing....
11:01:46 PM
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This is my third or fourth time coming around. I remember the first time I was supposed to go with the honors seminar, but they cancelled. So as I had no car I had to take the PATH to NY, get to GCS, and take a bus back to New Jersey, in the northwest wilderness.
I’ve met a great many of my favorite poets, personal heroes, here. I believe that on the slate are several of the poets laureate if that is what they’re called this year. Something about how the language is shaped by these people, not just in sound but in meaning, and the dance between them, that engenders such an awe within me calls to me. It’s been years since I wrote anything decent, and sometimes it makes me sick sick sick that maybe I’ve lost something that I once considered essential to my character. All ideas, no words.
http://www.grdodge.org/poetry/index.htm
10:39:12 PM
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© Copyright 2002 Richard Allan Baruz.
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