the history of mankind is little else than a record of crimes
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Juicy Lucy : Are You Satisfied
Clear —the senses bright-sitting in the black chair Rocker the white walls reflecting the color of clouds moving over the sun. Intimacies! The rooms not important— but like divisions of all space of all hideousness and beauty. I hear the music of myself and write it down.-- Michael McClure, "Peyote Poem" (1958).