Souvenir

I have walked this earth for 30 years, and, out of gratitude, want to leave some souvenir.

from the diary of Vincent Van Gogh

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May I never be afraid
                     especially of myself   
                                                      but
Muhammed Ali are you telling
the truth?      
                     Well you’re being true aren’t you and
you talk so wonderfully in your body
                     that protects you with physique of voice
      raps within dance
                              May I never be afraid

                     rocked and quaked         
                                                      the mantilla is lace
                                                      whose black is oak
But if I’m dark I’m strong
                                       as my own darkness
my strength the universe   
                                       whose blackness is air
                                       only starry
                                       lace
But if I’m alive I’m strong   
                                           as life
Strong as the violets
in Marlon Brando’s fist
                                  his dissemblance flourished into truth   
                                                                                              She
took them
I’d take me too   
                           I do
                  and my Ali I see you      
                                                   a hard bright speck of me
the savage formalist
                               authentic deed of gossip
                   a kind body

Alice Notley, “30th Birthday”

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December 31, 2025

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Thought:

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The breeder of the black German shepherds said her kennel was in Sedona, a place known far and wide for its good vibrations, its harmonic integrity. But the kennel was actually in Jerome, thirty miles away, an unnerving ghost town set above a vast pit from which copper ore had been extracted. The largest building in Jerome was the old sanatorium, now derelict. The town’s historian insisted that it had served all the population in the town’s heyday, not just the diseased and troubled, and that babies had even been born there.

In any case, the dog coming from Jerome rather than Sedona was telling, people thought.

Another something that could be the basis of the dog’s behavior was the fact that her mistress always wore sunglasses, day and night. Like everybody else, the dog never got to see her eyes. When the woman had people over, she placed a big bowl of sunglasses outside the front door and everyone put on a pair before entering. It was easier than locking the dog in the bedroom.

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Joy Williams | “Noche”