Otohime

Thank you chris murray of tex files for your wellwishes… yes, I have the flu, quelle joie! But that didn’t stop me from accompanying G. to a comic book convention today at the Puck building… agggh too sick though to be either descriptive or reflective today… how, when, will I get my head into around through all up in poetry again?

Just thinking a couple of things, today:

1) I like melodrama (in art, I mean).

2) They took all the good theory. That’s why all we have left is a return to the cult of personality.*

*reactionary nonsense

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Gary and I went to a BELLYDANCE EXTRAVAGANZA last night, staged by my teacher, Anahid Sofian:

Her special guests were these two divas:

Eva Cernik

Nourhan Sharif

YOWZA!

sick… swollen glands, weird dry feeling at back of throat… congestion… wah…

staying home eating ice cream… watching a Mehboob Khan movie — yeah!

October 13, 1977

On Nightclub Women

or

October Saintliness

Cry, forsooth! and cry to synthesize

         Sorrow of aracara birds

                   Winging their names through

                             Fashion on 4th

         Red chiffon clings to ghostly thighs

                  Tall Dancing,

                             Bouncing on the three

fiery teeth flashing exuberantly

         of sophisticated drugs

                   Painfulness in the scarlett

I am not like these women,

                   But saintly,

                             small.

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Another Lookalike</B

Sherman (the boy, not the dog, who I believe is Peabody — do I have the names right?) has always reminded me of Drew: