Friday, November 15, 2013


The dance was only doing it. I was only doing the dance. But several people decayed beautifully before me, in front of my eyes. I lived them then, for a long second.

Today I went to the Bronx zoo with the girls and saw giraffes and monkeys.

On the way there Sofia said, "broccoli is Spanish for Brooklyn."

She also said Honeywell was her favorite street. ??? Where'd you get Honeywell I asked her?

She didn't know.

But when we got to the zoo we saw an actual Honeywell Street across from the park.

Later I was telling this to Melissa Ivey. I said it was freaky and what did it mean? Then remembered that Melissa had earlier this afternoon said she really loved honey, really loved a lot of it in her tea. She loves her honey well.

I explained my theory to her about the fourth dimension, the bending of all the angles of space together, all the corners of the cube matched up with the other corners. Kind of like putting the round peg in a square hole.

When I passed Honeywell St. the angles folded together. I didn't know why until catching the third angle, Mel's love of honey. Honey makes you well is the moral of this story.

Then when leaving the park I left the double stroller behind, packed up the girls and just left it there on the side of the road. When I called the zoo the manager said it was gone. Oh no! I felt terrible.

I asked Melissa later why I might have forgotten the stroller and she said maybe it went to a family that really needed it. Of course. And this isn't even a stretch.

I felt much better about it.

Then Mel and I went to see Ron Padgett read at St. Mark's in the Bowery. It was a fantastic reading. But even more fantastic was that afterward Arlo Quint gave me a hard-back copy of Ron's Toujours l'amour AND The Collected Writing of Joe Brainard. I couldn't believe it. What a generous gift.

Melissa pointed out that maybe it was the universe giving back for use of the stroller.

This is like wearing 4D glasses.

Finally, after the reading, on the way back to Queens we met up with our girl Amma.

What a ruse!

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