Sunday, November 12, 2006


10 November 2006. Misty autumn sun--filtered light. Yesterday--as if I were writing about Kampinos--the forest outside of Warsaw, to the west. Figures with wicker baskets--each one of us--wandering along the paths in search of grzybki--mushrooms--the Polish word itself right from the earth--that "grz", like some animal from the east, beyond Lomza and Bialystok...vast forests dating back forever...bear, medieval bison...zubr. While here, the valley land--slow rivers to the sea, winding for miles through furrowed earth, Sacramento, San Joaquin, Mokolumne...

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