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CheerfulJosephine Clare

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.
ContemplativeJosephine Clare

I. 15. 73

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-

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