18 March 2010. Looking for the true meaning of morning... Concerted St. Mary's swim coach instructing tiny competitor on the fine points of endurance...both treading water in lane number seven... (Do the lanes have numbers?)
Or the claims of the poet, in a bookstore somewhere in Russia, printed volume in hand. Rumpled post-Soviet medved' of a man--bear-like, that is, and humble, with that intensity that follows from the love of an almost unattainable lyricism...
Khlebnikov in another age. A book cover with crude lyrical flowers--Zangezi--a bit of France and Africa conjoined. Moskva, 1922...
Там где жили свиристили… There where the waxwings used to dwell...
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