My Dear Ms. Brown,

It was very nice to see you after being away for the last few years. I just returned from a walk and felt compelled to write to you after reflecting on what we were discussing at your party last week.

Lazy morning–I did not want to do any errands today. Around noon, I headed to the Musée d’Art Now! and what a shock to my lazy state. They’ve opened a new exhibit, Action: Exercise of the Minimum. While the title didn’t catch me at first, the sky seemed ready to empty itself and I didn’t think to cary an umbrella with me. Besides, I walked to the museum intentionally, I figured I might as well give it a try (with an open mind). I want to tell you a little about what I saw–I think it was put together with good intentions.

“Bring your meditations, I’ll have a great bowl of fruit.”
…
At the cliff, the two sat, legs dangling from the edge but feeling neither worry nor agitation. It was far enough to the bottom for fate to pronounce its name–but not so far that people lost their detail. Waves rolled toward the base of the cliff [...]

1. Make sure to clearly note Box A, B, and C before unpacking.

Between bold last leaves
seeps the play of sun.

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Afternoon autumn, still supporting
leaves: their greatest glory d’composition
I cast myself without self
between, on and through and so
all around.

Rhythmically, slowly (in innocence
of every good word
beginning with “b”)
Riding up–through,
the bicyclist:

“le merveilleux peuple”

Rhythmically repeating on the
rotation of a wheel. [...]

Jesus, I was just going about my business. I get a lot done–or I try to anyway, but I get blind sometimes. I don’t mean I have problems with my eyes, which actually I do, but that I forget what I am. I forget the whole business, just the whole world. It just goes on [...]

Grappelli is in a corner
of the apartment

his sound pervades the place,
though He evades it completely.

like he slipped in
when the curtains wavered forward
like his notes slip past
their green cloth corners.

–he’s in the room
I’m watching the curtain swing

some more.
Grapelli smiles a little with
fingerish ease.

the curtains role–
[...]

Suppose there were no rules in the parks? Anything could happen–public indecency, everyday, right there and exposed to our eyes.

One day we walked
from our homes
and in our Terror
the Raw world
disjointed our knees.

Hands slipped from our wrists
attracted to radiance,
which is;
and blood, the faucet of is,
stopped
Itself, an evaporous
ink, dried, [...]

Great ivy of the whispering mother
woven into the coil of space
around a few buildings smoke fastened itself–
waiting for the disturbance of pedestrians.

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