An idea dawns as I back ‘into’ the salon. It’s a salon poem! exquisite, uninviting, keeps its distance, so what?
A tai chi student crosses Walnut. Compare Dana’s silhouette to one of anyone who won’t study. The arts administrator, director, a politician acquires a verbal correspondence to her, an equivalence inside a process repertoire.
Falsehood is an actuarial stat, one more subjective state, a quality of the frieze, not an elevation or height.
This is a dance question. Fibber Perseus v radiation (Dana, his mom). Which are ya?
In one sketch you can see big futures ahead, mouthpieces to the salon [O flat major] rolled ‘into’ burbles, ‘into’ spools of Walnut pedestrians sweating lead colors.
Adorno says plain speech is fair game starting over (in the middle) but its put
doesn’t count. (It’s always been technical.)
Surely there’s no foundering beneath the social parasail of violence.
Rules commit us.
This emphasis does not belong in the verbatim over -supply. That is, which lexicon will be appointed most enabling. Ellipses
Point the way out & will continue — how we express ideas, simple or not. Big, multiple ideas are broken down or up.. constituent, subordinated data emerge, important as big data, simple & not. The simpler the better. Bad poetry yes, scansion none the less.
That leaves too much for a traffic stop. We face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds taking it to other investors who might stay offended, the next step in the training.