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after
dreaming
last night about john singing in a
library,
i ran into
john
at the library. i hadn't planned on going there
but as i continued my cleaning
crusade i uncovered an
overdue book, Interviews with
William
Carlos Williams, which really hadn't told me
much. i paid my 10c./day fine and we stepped
outside. it was sunny and
nice, bright sunlight even after 5. the office
building across the street was
vacant,
for lease. the many storage sheds in the parking lot were not locked and
we thought how perfect they'd be for a
squat--but this is not Holland.
someday
They
will own the air and we'll have to leave a security
deposit just to breathe. so it was a relief to
pour bronze and
hammer
steel in a cobbled-together
foundry aboard a
haunted ship
that's home to
pirates,
an extension of peter bevis's
pioneering effort to forge
a nucleus of activity the
function of which is something other than extorting
exorbitant rent. it is good that there are people who dare to live their
dreams. on our way home, what did we see
but the fulfillment of
yet another
dream:
some good soul had finally screwed a big red
u in front of the GLY
Construction sign which for 2 years now has signified
the erection of the sun-blocking waterfront office
complex that's closed a crucial link of the
Burke-Gilman Trail and cloaked the Fremont
Sunday Market in chilling shadow. Now who do
you suppose
could have gone and done that? |
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