Olek
P.S. Tell the little singypoor girl to send me a cooin' pijin,
coz the last one croaked.
Karl Czajkowski <kar...@usul.CS.Berkeley.EDU> wrote:
> Drawing, Painting, Figure
> (the hidden forms of debt)
>
> Cracked an old scifi
> book to load my head with
> new images, but it didn't
> jolt me into any sharpened
> techno reality. Maybe 'cause
> we've arrived, humanity
> sprinkled between slick
> plastic fixtures, the moss
> on an old-growth pine
> the bugs on the moss, stains
> in the walls of some tall
> gothic cathedral. Maybe I've
> entered the years of my
> tensed novella future, found
> intersection with author
> with his gantried existence
> beneath the undulant glow
> and urban remission. Or is
> it just I've read this
> before, in school under
> the hulk of an old copper
> and stone spire, read
> some before at your soft
> urging? I barely stomach
> history, woke once to heave
> from too much drinking and
> wonder who's ever done that
> in my older-than-me kitchen.
> I owe so much to the few
> to the ones who threw paint
> off my scaffolds. I need to
> fill my head with new images,
> I wish you'd have stayed
> while I worked to repay you.