Dear Asherman

You have chili for supper again, dys?

cheeseburger-tomato-onion and cucumbers with iced tea.

Musta been the cucumbers.

Yeah, probably.

Oh boy, there he goes again. At least he goes to bed early.

A Supermarket in California


What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price
bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and
followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting
artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in
driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you
have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and
stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?

Allen Ginsberg

What you have for supper, Edgar?

Pork chops, fried potatoes, green beans, supplements, coffee. Why do you ask?

Just a little relaxed conversation between friends.

Hamburgers for me.

Hamburgers is good. Specially with fresh jalapenos and gravy.

O-o-o-o-o-h not for this baby stomach and intestines of mine!

Can you say, "trip to emergency"?

But, tomatoes, lettuce, etc, and some of the usual condiments make it quite tasty.

I can't even use fresh onions. Vivienne has to use the dehydrated guys.

Well, you have got to find some program that will restore your health, reyn. I'm no specialist, not trained in anything in particular, but there's got to be something.

Last night's soup here. Edgar, thanks for the Ginsburg quote. I'll remember to check by the watermelons now..

I bought, against my better judgement, a burrito (potato, beef and chile verde) from a guy on the street, walking around with food in a "cooler" but with no ice. I only took two delicious bites and threw the rest away.
Now, of course, I'm making regular trips to the bathroom, cramps and all. But it was worth it. Viva Mexico!

You should have at least taken it home and microwaved it.

Yup, I'm on 2 prescriptions to counteract.

Prunes, lots of prunes, too.

Bedtime for moi. Sweet dreams.

Poor baby, get better fast, fast. fast...

I've done well enough by food carts in my life, an especially cool one parked along Redwood in Mar Vista for a bunch of my years with a studio there. Still, trouble city when stuff goes bad.

I near died, I thought, from some oysters at Mismaloya, long time ago now.
And before that, from, I think, a taco at a place called the Deer in Guadalajara. But hey, I always liked random sensations of thinness.

Sometime in the future I'll post a photo of me, about seven days into deep intestinal distress, looking relatively good for me, one of my rare photos where I look like an ordinary pretty person, tan, as tan as possible (read beige), and yet... weak as a fish. My hair looked good...

well, it should have. I didn't move from that chair.
It worked out that if I didn't injest anything at all, then nothing would pulse out in either direction.

Ah, memories..

I've just shaped up and realized my level of offtopicness.

On background and degrees, and background and not degrees, I think we are well rounded at a2k.