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black she cat — Egyptian look
black he cat — look of Buddha
K
{poem/portrait} drawn from {diverse/several} sources <notes>

there is an affair in the tides of man — draws us to hell and back
we drop
hang it all Charles Olson — there are many K’s
not only your K and Kafka’s K but many
goddess of the fair thighs
(white calves turn gold in the sun)
(golden fleece — a mane of red gold)
(does it matter the time — later — overlays and additions

portrait of a portrait)

self reflect — documentation
allusions — illusions
a large portrait made of photos papers etc
books that can be spread out and stacked
Archaeology of Morning I just bought — archaeology of self

(<it> was filed with anthropology / sociology etc)

it is time to read poetry more heavily/rigorously — my other Olson volume did not do him justice — nor my first reading of Pound — the power of these volumes

(disappointed with Williams)

waves of weather
wind of storm — rain to sun to rain — a hot mugginess gives way to a cool breeze — cool breeze to brisk wind — the thunder says it’s time to go in and not for a walk — song of birds — call of crow

click of seeds broken by sparrows and finches
the white eye of a grackle

white thighs of
white roses — (the sparrows move aside to wait for the grackle to finish)
Olson lines at my side — my coffee

black lines on white paper
the wind

a page