The memorial hollow.

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"I never thought of myself of speaking in coded paints
on an artist’s canvas."
Alethea Koan


Last week i went into a nursing home and was overcome as i walked into the large room where about 20 elderly people were sitting sunken into old springless chairs; and i looked into the eyes of death, death was in that room and i couldn't escape. lots of love to you alethea xxxx

The room was littered with empty, corner-store wine bottles and abandoned twists of tobacco; the paint was dingy and gave the impression of dead rodents filling the walls. Our eyelids were chemically razed in gallons of go-juice and my stomach was churning with smoke. Drawers of unidentifiable objects cluttered sparse counters with hidden confusion, as she peeled her close-fit leather to the floor. The pale incandescence shadowed her elegant curves to perfection—a Greek dream of a warrior-athlete woman, fluid with dance and yoga. Damn boy, you’re living large, I thought, stacks of hastily counted twenties laying crosswise like drying cordwood, just to the right of her shoes. Baby, you need to write a novel about your life. "Who would believe it?" Everyone, if they could see what I’m seeing. "That’s a funny thing to say. Why don’t you write it then?" Those souls who can see themselves are few. "Do you think you’d brag, or be humble in our book?" Humble stories are often boring, and bragged ones invoke fiction; the balance is white knuckles or suppressed adrenaline. How would you start the book?"


What do you really know about what occurred in the history of the world? Recent evidence suggests the Ming Empire sailed the coast from Kenya to China for three decades.
400 foot decks and nearly half that in beam with nine towering masts, even the swift strike ships were as long as the treasure ships were wide. Almost 28,000 men weighed 317 ships plied with goods, not to mention their million pounds of silk. One has to wonder how the technology of invention, which produced these vessels occurred. The trial and error which leads to scales of this magnitude, tends to be painfully slow. How many prototypes broke in two? How many floundered in storms? You can’t examine a moon rocket, without considering the earliest guided missiles. The giant ships posed junks as fireworks compare to a Saturn V. I slam the magazine down, and begin the book with an eyebrow pencil, on the steamy, greasy mirror.

1.
Everyone faces challenges of trust
They hope will radiate out
With the right answers lived.
2.
To flee from a ‘compromised’ venue
Does not address the ‘problem’.
3.
If the question is trust
then one must Trust
instead of disembarking from its channel.
4.
Where I promptly ended the eyeliner diatribe, and moved to a handy Italian deli wrapper surprising stiff with lambs’ cheese residue, I pushed against the wall.
" It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment’, said Ansel Adams, famous photographer (1902-1984)
[(but the government is a collective of its people’s hidden motives/desires)]
I want to add, asking the very werewolf’s wail.

She savors a coolie as I unleash a torrent of work wound tight inside, unable to find its place in the world of cause and effect. Metaphors as compressed simile soared heights unimpeded with rhythmic flapping of wings, or hallowed rules of syntax. The smell of burning cocaine permeated the ghetto of our lodgings; the kinetic diction of falling thoughts crashed on rocks we erected below us, as concrete apostrophes lined themselves as firing squads, awaiting unlikely survivors. Her sharp eyes were softened, and her shape was so luxuriously alighted upon the couch, their sensual curves combined. I remembered her saying, you’re the master of your game; why don’t you ... and then she coughed, run with it? What game, I nailed the naively on the head. You know. Giving to others gives to self. Non self-worthiness isn’t a worthy gift to give from, etc. (the one word which ordains that which we’ll never encounter, etc.)