entering first being ill, so i'll

but basho under that loose post cooling clothing behind a closed door
intuition, intonation --> icelander, ilsander leads to lander Kadio clock,
Korean K is to K, A is to A, R is to R, E is to E, N is to N.
i fit inside of Korea with open spare, with an O to spare
You mentioned gertrude stein in my dream with the time,
but to awaken it was me walking to early morning classes we teach. i always cross through diagonally the playground of dry sand and then muddy puddles in the middle with elementary schools looking down upon

education everywhere
A boy passes me with a breaded meat-sicle in the shape of a bear.

I add in, the loud speaker enters, the night and mansion of books; there was a kind of car accident in our dream; we spoke about it.

I believe an awning is san d bagged

Hangeul

Am I, will I hide within?

thought of hannah weiner this morning but only because i came upon
her
i think it's lightly raining, no the plumbing is warming
indians
and there is a little girl of 7 or 8 who is hannah choi and she is very serious just like me.
i want her to know
why does that small dog whine so,
it is considered affectionate-like when koreans whine just enough
that it is okay to be serious and open-eared


Close, near associations in symbol or character
Who is writing in Korea right now?

He said, "poverty's child" or he began such a haiku

my body, limbs so sore, full of pending rest, those kids just run around full of little viruses almost conditioned to being in a constant ring of sickness they are comfortable with coughing, sneezing directly before your face- a sign of hello-ness, a sign of respect, certainly as it shows their harmonious states, and to share, i should be so lucky, right? and so, now i am.

and poverty's child
i am obsessed with buying spinich yo-gee-a-o;
give me strength to love my sickness, come into one step of knowing myself better through it, that i am absence of place without my body.
a woman in leg braces goes up steps into a back alley hospital today
she might have stood next to me and taken in my breath, just to feel that same leg soreness i felt, feel reverberating throughout not only that part of my body, but everywhere
nose wipe
i am balanced in my body still, my illness harmoniously distributed like little leaflets


we become poverty's child when we pay too much mind to our mind

and the rest, perhaps said in restfulness (at least by these hands and eyes):

"he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon"

live the body, live for my body,
pet that dog which whimpers, eat several more squares of dark chocolate,
modor ges soyo everything,
delight in my bruised eyelids,
taste and spit unpasterized seoul milk,
get lost, get nowhere in all your many laboring hands.

Still a mythic creature in my slowness, unknowing, and undoing
the sunlight was delivered backwards and we know there was no need to name the polluted fog that on a colder night might have been trusted to the onslought of snow clouds
now in our lungs
time-nose-run-drip

Some Solnit snippings walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though they were three characters finally in conversation together,

; the mind wanders from plans to recollections to observations.
of rhythm of thinking, Or perhaps walking should be called movement, not travel, : it is both means and end, travel and destination.
Fear has created a whole style of architecture , where to be a pedestrian is to be under suspicion We fear open public space . When you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; . Exploring the world is one of the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains.

But philosophers who thought about walking are rarer. The philosopher was a nobler profession than the physician was; today, they are, and must be the poet combined. As a philosopher by profession, one was an unsettled thinker in a settled place. Give your mind to walking. Physicians were members of a secret guild of travelers, wanderers, gypsies during Aristotle's time.
William Carlos Williams was both a wanderer as a physician and a poet.
What strange descent of alliteration,
philosopher, physician, poet