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Can't wait

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  I'm moving to the top floor of my building. My rich next door neighbors want to expand into my apartment. They offered me an offer I couldn't refuse. The best part is the Empire State Building and wide sky will be out all my windows. Madison told me she loved to see what color it was at night while she was at her kitchen sink. It flashed red on Valentines Day. 

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  My good friend M sent me this New Yorker cartoon a lotta years ago - knowing I worship Joni and that we both had boots like Cartoon Woman in our yuuut. They were ridiculously impractical.  It took a ridiculous amount of time to lace them up and they weren't comfortable. But they were a statement. We were both just out of college and basked in the fact that we were making a little $$$ and could afford something ridiculous and sweet to the eye and touch. She was living on Cape Cod and while I visited her for our first Thanksgiving as students-no-more ... I showed off my new purchase while walking on the cold, rocky beach free at last from textbooks forever. 

This ...

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 ... is the first photograph I ever took.

what do they have in common?

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  Andy Warhol, Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Elvis, Truman Capote, Tennenessee Williams for starters. What's with cultural icons and their mama mias? Someone should write a book ... a compiliation of why so many artists can't cut the umbilical cord. 

WE PROCEED

  A friend writes me - we’ll get thru this .  It reverberates and makes me think about things in a more sunny than cloudy way.   Kids at the hippie school still race round and play in the street as if their short lives depend on it.   People still marry. A bride and groom pose for  joyful photos on a West Village corner.   Leaves still change color and fall.   I run by the river and the water still gleams silver and makes me think of Jessie as usual.   A shower still feels great. I begin to reread Pema Chodrons book When Things Fall Apart .   The first sentence reads -   Embarking on the spiritual journey is like getting into a very small boat and setting out on the ocean to search for unknown lands.  

I'm trying ...

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  my best ... more than some ... to distract myself. I can't read much news or watch too much TV - so ...   I amuse myself in weird ways ... like looking thru old photos ...  I was a fifteen year old kid here ... learning how to ski in that verdant locale that nearly rivals glorious Gstaad  - Van Cortland Park in da Bronx.  

Proustian

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  I was a really weird little kid. Just now I saw a scene in a movie called  The Beast with Five Fingers.  A man hears scary sounds and tries, with great difficulty, to get out of bed. For some reason, it sparked something I did when I was about ten years old. I think I had just finished reading Pearl Bucks  The Good Earth -  one of my first grown up books - and while showering I pretended I was a rice picker who had to gather the grain no matter how hard it was raining … i.e. the shower. On my hands and needs, gasping for air, trying not to surrender to the torrential downpour, I gathered the rice until the hot water ran out.