continuing the random themes of forgetting, dislocation, anomie, dissociation, spontaneous rapture and so on, i'm reading coincidentally Amnesia, peter carey, and watching Performance, donald cammell and nic roeg, and though these themes will never be explicated fully they may be illuminated gloriously as in Performance. illuminated mystery. turner in performance has lost his demon, or daemon i suppose, but mick jagger is Beautiful, languid and smart. Amnesia seems to be about personal politics and nationalism and how america fucked australia which i was dark about and may be fiction, i mean it's fiction now, but there's something going on here there can be no denying and we know not what it is but keep returning like elephants, hominids and dogs to old bones.

performance, 1970.

 man of flowers.

later that same walk we walked down a mysterious lane. it was not marked private but it felt so.

when you got a dog you can go places you might otherwise be shy of entering as a vagrant.

neighborhood watch, fenway and douglas.

all quiet.

conversing with fen about nothing in particular.

we gaze at the house with sculpted hedges and humbly dream.

fen i'm too tired for revolution, yet i own nothing.

dream, house.

sometimes we can't say why we pause though we know this is the place.

and we pause for just the correct duration.

and then fen points the way, closing his eyes.

fen redbone.

point of embarkation.

city elegy.

the city is a hard hard place. it don't look so bad on film.

weather is looking up.

baseball fan in disguise.

cloud direy

doody

puissance