I. 15. 73

Josephine ClareContemplative

winter takes a break everybody has the london flu takes it easy so why not him our backyard is an icebox turned on defrost. through all pores drips melts runs how vulgar can you get. as snow dis- appears old garbage reappears and i read " a nest is a bird's house " i've known this for a long time people have told me for a long time it is such an old story in fact i hesitate to repeat it. nests are places of intimacy designated by an attraction. there does not exist an intimacy that is repellent. its being is well being. and memory is a wardrobe with the presence of lavender the history of the seasons enters. what dreams are reserved for us if we re- call the land of tranquility. memories come crowd- ing. we shall see later we say to ourselves wheth- er or not we'll use them. to open them is to exper- ience an event of whiteness.

Josephine Clare

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Mood:: Contemplative
Topics:: memory, winter, snow, nest

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I. 16. 73

day like spring in thick of winter. turn down the thermostat preserve energy the air is too balmy for a crisis today perfect for making love all day long. but the problem remains "how can housework be made into a creative activity?" objects that are cherished are born of an intimate light they attain to a higher degree of reality than indifferent objects. daily at eight the housewife awakens furniture that was asleep. is there a single woman or man who does not respond to the word wardrobe? so white your sheet white as the moon on the wintry meadow. imagine every morning every object in the house would issue from our hands. things become crystallisations of our weakness but a bit more polishing and we have something quite different. sit in corners & see how old the world has grown how worn. common sense lives on the ground floor same level as everybody passers-by. you want to write? either go down into the basement or upstairs.

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If memory were only in the head (do not sleep more than once with any one the body is a stupid red neck you try to reason bang! comes the fist down on the table the red neck sees red: get me that body now! the body is a crabby baby that wants wants with a vengeance that body the baby thinks that body is the bottle the baby goes on a fast

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I. 8. 73

walk on water skate on ice. what color ice? my skates are alfred johnson skates. PAT. AUG. 27. 1918 NO 1277137 CHICAGO USA NOT CONNECTED WITH NESTOR JOHNSON MFG CO. does ice mirror? it is day ice is silver metallic blue color of mirror of skates. lake's face we glide over used to mirror sky. did the lake look forward to freezing point? to when the liquid surface crusts? innocent enough it starts. water cooled turns heavy sinks warmer water surfaces. continuous cooling. watch the sun skid on ice. i am joking he never does detests slippery surface. it starts with a shiver continuous cooling goose pimples. for a second a certain expectant dullness of the surface then a thin skin forms like on milk cooling continuously. ice is less dense so floats its power lies in expansion. do you think skating a substitute for flying? empires of ice expand below. domain of the beautiful but terrible ice queen. palace walls of drifted ice windows of bitter wind a hundred halls ablaze by northern lights. gemini fly a lot in dreams as long as they are light. air is their element. at night ice is black even from above i guess i should know. we love to skate at night on a surface well lit.

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