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Wednesday on the way back from NYC I saw the collapsed buildings in Harlem as we pulled out of Grand Central Station. Nine hours after the explosion, the debris was still strewn across a couple blocks, the firemen swarmed around the buildings, and the smoke indifferently rose up to the sky.
Last Friday Hannah threw a small party. We read animal-related writing, drank mulled wine, ate coconut cake and painted our face wild colors.
- Intro to The Golden Compass - Philip Pullman
- The Eighth Eulogy - Rilke (translated)
- Black Cat - Rilke (original and translated)
- Traveling Through The Dark - William Stafford
- Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio - James Arlington Wright
- The Cow - Robert Frost
- Nightwood: Watchman, What of the Night? (last line) - Djuna Barnes
- Cat - Tolkein
- Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll
- Jubilate Agno, Fragment BJubilate Agno, Fragment B - Christopher Smart
- Schoolboys in Winter - John Clare
I went to Olja’s birthday party the next day, finally legal in this country as well as her own.
It was the anniversary of a Bard student’s death from last year. I’m not supposed to know how she died but do, and have seen the pain it brought to her mother and friends.
After getting off the train and onto a bus, I listened to two women talk. They were both young and with children: one had a two year old girl, the other a four year old boy. They were struggling with being single mothers, living in a shelter, walking in the rain for an hour to find a job, not having access to the internet to search anywhere but the library, where it was difficult to search because libraries aren’t set up for little children to run around while you try to find job leads.
When I talked to Shimon on the phone last time, he told me that he and one of his friends pretend to be Pokémon. The transform and have made up new ones and wait for Ash to collect them.
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