Take 3/16/61

there is a loaf of datenut bread on the table, wrapped in waxed paper, a rubber band around it. a fat man comes in & out of the back room in his shorts. the silence is noticiable. i mean, to one who has lived for four yrs in apartments facing on a courtyard where they shout day & night, the silence is noticeable.

the children i am watching are asleep, the doorbell will ring any minute, i skim along, typing a libretto by kenneth koch; avoiding detailed observation of my emotional state (sic),

the i ching says that the superior man knows the changes of season. clothes are hanging in this kitchen, they are enormous, well,

i won't wash the bedspread tomorrow or over the weekend, at least that will be something