Up 7:15. Went to Starbuck's on Mtn. (I don't like Coffee Klatch on Sundays - the Bible study groups/types are out in force.) Read about Motown. Napped at home, read 4 terse poems by Norman Finkelstein (liked this better than the over-earnest work I've heard him read) and Alan Bernheimer's "The Spoonlight Institute" in Hambone. (Must have read Andrew Mossin's very dull contribution, and editor Nathaniel Mackey's own--the 117th section of a serial poem that's been going on for decades--in the last day or two.) Helped Bree pump up an inflatable pool chair that she's going to use for water exercise in Dennis and Catherine's pool; had DVR of Narcotics, Pit of Despair on in the background. Talked for a couple of hours, somewhat resolved yesterday's differences. Not enough time to go to the library, so we went out together for an hour: the Salvation Army bookstore on Foothill (bought 2 modern classical CDs that had somehow found their way there, and a random 2006 alt-rock CD by ActionReaction). Drove separately (from my parents) to dinner at Vince's; mom confused, said she had to go to the bathroom 3 times in succession, but each time turned around and came back to the table. Folks took Bree home, I drove to Honnold (raining again) and worked on Snead about 7:30-10. Not much progress. Heard, in some sense, the 3rd and last Little Richard disc in the car, but not w/ full attention throughout. Read the last little bit of Hambone (Stephen Emerson, Tyrone Williams).
Eternity of desire
is the bright side of oblivion
We see the utopic tribe/whose/chronicler he's be, ownership's day/undone
Whitey's here with his magic whiteners.