Its the sort of rain
That starts in late afternoon
And now all the houses stand alone
Women and men forget their names
Though some
Still carry pocket watches
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America
Is like seasickness
But without the ship
On a ship they bring you
Consommé and toast
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Carl Jung:
We can certainly hand it to Augustine that all natures are good, yet just not good enough to prevent their badness from being equally obvious.
This is also seasickness.
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Run around in childhood
In old age run around in your head
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I need the alms of my own kindness
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Jung again:
Whatever happens in a given moment has inevitably the quality of that moment.
Here’s where our power resides: the given moment changes every time we remember it. As a small boy I had a toy monkey. I kept him in a cupboard. When I remember him today he’s my brother.
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Difficulties are necessary for health, again, according to Jung.
I must be very healthy. Very.
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Tell me about the music under the museum, below the sewer and beneath the bedrock. The original song of Manhattan. Whitman heard it. I want to hear it also.
The music says there are no intellectual shortcomings and you can be a genius without personality.
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This seasickness and the song above are promises. Each of us, alone, must figure it out.
Planet of the Blind 