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Dance Party at Devarajas

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Devarajas Market

Tibetan Monastery
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Three Buddhas

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dog murderer

won lawsuit judgement for 7 rupees!
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ankle damage

you should see the rickshaw
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rising bruise and bump on right thigh

The smell that surrounds you...
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more garbage dump next to house

OOoooOoo, that smell...
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Garbage dump next to my house

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nick at kevin's

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dancing at kevin's

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entry to shala

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the second floor is where I stay

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three yoga students discussing coconuts

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cow resting in major rotary

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split bill stork at bird sanctuary on grey day

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Sunday, April 11, 2004

premises

A woman.

A man.

A marble sculpture.

A renaissance sculptor stands alone in his cold studio.

Standing, a woman looses her way.

On a reconnaissance mission above the Patagonian wilderness, a WW II fighter pilot gazes down in wonder at the earth below.

A woman, cold as marble.

Photoelectric Effect.

Affected by a sculpture, a woman opens her mouth but cannot speak.

While searching through her stocking drawer, a nun in Calcutta suddenly discovers she has no soul.

A man sees a photograph of himself.

A woman takes a photograph of a man.

Due to the miracle of flight and the theory of transmigration, two barn swallows land on the arm of a renaissance sculpture in a Florentine Piazza.

Moved by fear, a woman turns her arm away from a man.

Moved by a woman, a man turns.

A single man moves.

Driven by a man, a car.

Lacking singularity, a woman combs her hair before a mirror in her bedroom and memorizes her own face.

After reading a poem by the goddess Sappho, inexplicably and without warning, a middle-aged man decides he no longer likes fishing and donates his gear to charity.

Due to navigational malfunction and genetic theory, a WW II fighter pilot crashes his plane on a beach in the south of France and discovers a drawing in the sand.

Cellular memory.

Quantum mechanics.

Intercontinental ballistic missiles.

A woman, desperate and hungry, cries in the dark and resolves to communicate only by means of photography.

Distracted from his work by the sound of flapping wings, a renaissance sculptor falls in love with his statue.

The half-life of plutonium is twenty four thousand, four hundred years.

The life of a fruit fly is twenty-four hours.

On a beach in the south of France, a stranded WW II pilot tries his radio but can only hear the cooing of barn swallows.

Driven by guilt, a man tells a woman he will marry her.

Driven by shame, a former gang member has his tattoos removed by a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon who practices raja yoga.

Overwhelmed by the madness of human emotion, a woman contemplates the redshift of a quasar and discovers inconsequence.

A woman watches a man.

After a meal of pate de fois gras and due to the miracle of plastic surgery, a woman sees her reflection in a store window and does not recognize herself.

A man sees a man he once knew.

A nuclear physicist is discouraged when he repeats the same experiment expecting different results.

One day after receiving a mysterious letter written in renaissance Italian, suddenly and without provocation a man turns the wheel of his speeding car and drives off the side of a cliff.

A Brahmin priest, having mastered the ancient art of Kapalabhati Pranayama, discovers a drawer full of black stockings at the bottom of the stairs leading to his lovely but humble home in Kerala, India.

Cultivating silence, a telepathic pilot suddenly understands the renaissance mind and is driven to adventure.

Unwatched, a man watches where he is going.

A woman dreams and watches a beautiful sculptor.

After suffering 245 rescue missions, an Air Force flight nurse admits her pathological fear of flying over biscotti and Pernod.

While on vacation in Florence, a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon gazes at the sculpture of a beautiful woman and is certain he saw her lips move.

Midair, a suicidal man suddenly changes his mind.

On the other side of the world, unwatched, an isolated group of old world Colobus monkeys spontaneously and without example or provocation begin to wash yams in the surf and discover a box of fishing tackle.

Having suffered a botched rhinoplasty and several spiritual awakenings, a lost woman draws a picture of herself in the sand and discovers it to be a map of the ancient Moroccan city of Fez.

Due to the miracle of carbon dating, a woman returns to her former life as a meter maid in the Bavarian city of Garmisch Parten-Kirschen and studies to become a pilot.

Exhausted from the madness of the world, a renaissance sculptor looses his desire to live and becomes obsessed with the motion of objects in the sky.

A watch.

Rolling over in an empty bed, a man remembers the joy of collecting trains.

Startled by a pang of guilt, a dying man looks out the window of his flying car and sees a barn swallow pass by.

According to Red Shift phenomenon, the presence of longer red-spectrum wavelengths of light such as those observed in distant stars is a result of the rapid motion of these galaxies moving away from each other.

A WW II flight nurse, on the ground, opens her first wedding gift, quickly moves her hands away and says, "My favorite color is red!"

In an act of pronounced loneliness, a renaissance sculptor develops a neurotic fear of marble, moves quickly away from his statue and writes a long mysterious letter to his estranged brother in Patagonia.

After deciding to marry, a man and a woman move to different countries.

A theoretical sculpture and an artistic nurse take a walk on the beach in the south of France and declare their mutual affection for monkeys who eat yams.

Like radiation, matter continues to decrease in density after the first explosion.

Seeking solitude in the middle of a mad city, a charitable dermatologist realizes that he is uncomfortable in his own skin.

At a famous bookshop in Renaissance Italy, a young woman admits her attraction to marble and slips an unrequited love letter between the pages of a book about garden vegetables.

The fruit fly Drosophilae Melanogaster, widely used in genetic research, has only four pairs of chromosomes.

Unwatched, a woman dies.

A seventy-year-old city planner in the south of London receives a heart transplant from an anonymous donor and develops a sudden desire to study barn swallows and draw maps in the sand.

Unloved, a marble statue of a beautiful woman steps off its pedestal and walks into the crowded city but discovers that she cannot speak the language.

Driven by silence and anonymity, a woman swallows a bottle of sleeping pills.

A lost cartographer photographing fruit flies suddenly remembers exactly where he was when John Lennon was shot.

After a sad turn of events, a former nun receives in-vitro fertilization.

Full of joy, monkeys eat yams in a German zoo.

A car, driven by a man.

Driven to the edge, a man foresees his own death.

Driven by love, a woman draws a map.

A car, driven by a man, passes a renaissance sculpture and slows down as the man realizes he has never really been alone.

Alone and unwatched, a woman knows she has loved herself all along.

Having understood madness all along, time passes unwatched in a curve and all things are connected in a straight line.

 

 

 

2:46 pm edt

Sunday, April 4, 2004

sucravia
In the dark fold of the second turn in the river of Cloam, I remembered the sleepy vineyard below the town and the tiny monks as they paced in a neat row around the mountain, humming and creaking their sandals on the broken stones in the road. I sat up from my root-bed and watched the brown humming of their moving mantra, following them to the impossibility of sound. It was a fold that caught us the first time, and another that would remind us, and bring us back. ... Later, we pass the Abbazia di San Pietro and sing the pine needle path through the woods and the grooomed row of tiny eaten-chocolate caves and sit where the tiny man sat, look where the tiny man looked and breathe where the tiny man breathed. Every cave has nuts and a gate, a feather pen and a blanket of antler moss and woven carpet grass. The first cave is wide enough for a person to hope and tall enough for a person to believe. Over by the road, Japanese tourists line up and offer travel advice to a lonely photographer. We burned sun-holes in leaves and made our mouths move like the tourists as they chattered, having double and triple-speak. A wedding cake sits in a crease behind the mountain of little men. A baker's assistant with red lips and a huge gold and amythest ring takes tickets at the door, and tells us the story of the cats as he fishes for our change. After the Germingans, we are led in one by one in single file through the sugary maze, ducking through sticky doors, slipping by long corridors of white frosting fresias and lily petals... They say it fell one day from a party hosted by egrets living higher up the mountain. It was a cake made for men living alone and one-by-one, and the egrets lost it forever. That was before we reached the city, and as we passed through the cake's Romanish antechamber, we saw the little monk on the ridge, waving us forward, hair trimmed in a neat rim-bowl, toward the cliff of bridges where we would have to make our approach. to be continued... la, la, la.
1:55 am est

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