walked in to the brookline library to take out half of their stock, and saw a guy who looked a lot like pinko. got a little closer to him, even though i knew it was an impossibility. up close, it wasn't that close. but, it was something, his posture, his build, his hair cut, clothing. strange. funny how we get excited over things we know aren't true.
what about those people (people (guess who) who need people) who are kind of your friends, so you call them your friends because you really don't have friends. that is, friends less than 3,000 miles away. you make the half assed effort to hang out, but you really don't want to. or, do you? you know shit is messed up when even you don't know what you want. the thing is, i am usually in between.
saw a girl on the bus who had on these pants that you could kind of see through. to make a long story short, i did much more reading after she got off the bus. sometimes, you are fascinated by the guts it takes someone to wear something. it often isn't even sexual. more like, "can you believe that?" sometimes, it's so sexual that it's not sexual anymore. beyond it, so sexual it's silly.
in general, you don't know what you are going to get on public transit. i still have fond memories of the maniac who sang "he's a maniac" for the entire time i was on the bus. then, he got off the bus with me, and continued to sing as he walked away. less fun at this point are the numerous teenagers with their lust and foul mouths. i become a fascist in their presence until i remember how out of control i was at their age. but at that point, i am already angry, and another trip home has been ruined. well, i can always get sentimental about the guy who told us all that he shits his pants. i wonder where he is now?
probably at the laundry.
well, i better grab my bukowski books before 10 more books of his poems are put out. i hope john martin has enough room in his house for things other than bukowski. for the moment, i don't. i don't have time for miller or celine and fidel's auto sits unread, as i gobble up the books of buk like a thanksgiving dinner.
speaking of fidel, he was, and will be until he dies, a great man. for close to 50 years, he fought against the beast. he created a society that cared for it's people, educated them, banned racism, offered 1st rate health care, fought apartheid, and gave it's support to just struggles the world over. i don't care what anyone says, to me, fidel is the last great man of the 20th century, a giant among insects.
viva fidel!
and while i'm at it,
viva milosevic! the man got a raw deal. portrait of a tyrant, pinko? that was a great laugh on the grass at the common. but now, they have killed him, as they have killed many others.
as fidel lives.
and hopefully, cuba as well.
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