Stell,
It's Tinia's new form that worries me, though I know she is doing it for the money or, you know, the time. It is so unlike her to rely on mere parallel alliterative connotation. She risks falling out of thought -- assuming she is trying to get anywhere, which is hard to assume as I can never see her. I believe she can see me and of course anyone can see Eddie.

He knows of the danger. The dangers. He tells me everything when we meet in the afternoons. There has been talk of his taking a leadership role though he is not a poet. He says that, by definition, everything he writes is prose. I don't agree but we don't talk about it. You know how he is. He has been working with individuals, groups,coteries -- whatever. He has formed several movements recently by putting people in touch. He has the run of the cafes.

Things are happening very rapidly now. I have to go.
Right now,
Nahid

of tea with excess

poison to the system

accelerant into acceleration

not unlike the present

of sea with green or eyes

the trace in space the size of

seeming when a part from

or around the seams

seen to be identical with

the old reason for the new caffeine

synthesized whose affinity with

the letter for the object

the substance of the argument with which

I have no argument nor it with me

also not lost to reflection

heard in color(s)


mental gatherings


noted


uninterrupted sight line


flight line ditto



paper shortage unearthed



where once a forest



not sure if event or object


sferics directed outward


far out


a saying only or


song line


suspicious confluence of bees, notes, music


the word boys


saturnalium

Tinia,
it's not the additive but the representative you should worry about and it's not even that -- but something purely physical like eating that keeps you from the suffering you know to be life. forget the tea.

of course you will be overtaken by life and finally won't be apart from suffering but in the center of it which is the consolation of the dying and of those who grieve for the dead and can't be consoled.

we know that reading is action and that thought can carry us but we don't know where to go with our thinking.

more than others your body is formed by your thought. I should know, do know and remind you of it.

you have nowhere to go but the pleasure of this thinking. it is your duty and your sentence.

forget the tea and the additives. forget fiction and eat something. this is not a metaphor. you know how I feel about those. and about you.

Stell