Jun 07, 2010 00:02
Did the Herz &c., first of the texts, today. Kostenlos. Lettering derived from typewriter №1. Centered it deliberately over the tendon but the blade (liner) could hardly be felt moving atop. Drank the ink after. Thank you K.
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I had forgotten there had been last winter other than blunt light daytimes, I so desperately cold all the time so as to have to stop and go lean my head against a wall, trying to make my way outside from one place to another right violently cold even though it was only two minus, and breathe there against the frosty bricks with vicious intent, shaking like hell, in attempt to undo but there had been nights apparently also,
I taking the last bus homeward well past twelve all quiet in the center and orange lamplight all around,
and once, the bus driver - I the only one on, sitting tiny in the back curled up, okay and miserable under soft green fluorescents half-lit - made sure I was getting where I was going. Hey kid. Which stop? and I told him no I'd go once around first. Then an hour - an hour - of sitting in the warm - an hour of warm - all touched and sad and warm and fuzzy,
and when I got up to go he said Goodnight. I said thank you and left.