take some stupid art class

Take Some Stupid Art Class

Everything calling to everything else

unloved, overintelligent, swollen with pathogens, haunted by

sensitivities revolted at this automation.

It is astonishing how people live, the messes they sustain, the delicious

fact that she could permit herself such follies

the most significant fact about the postcards--that each one came from

an artist who gives lessons at their home, and who lost,

lost, along with the few frail substitutes that had replaced it,

the opportunity to kick out the plug in rage

could somehow sate this hunger for grief, instead of what it does, which

followed the direction of his downward pointing hand,

after those few minutes of reflection, to cross-examine

the last ride boarding here tonight

like folding an accordion. The idea is to keep all of the line-attachment

obliviousness of the type that children between the ages of

a brain in a jar experiencing sights and sounds and smells and tastes.

With their frailty and the hugeness of the house they rattle around in

the almost blasphemous frivolity of suggesting to any living being

there was none of the dusty gloom one associates with such collections.