Part 1

Newborn mirror / Bonsky’s New York friend / Repeats

Stomach mirror, the mirror womb. The clearest after-birth. Reflection in red raw skin and joyous first screams.

Posting pattern: am I only interested in blogging when I am about to go on tour, thinking about it, or just getting back? We are leaving in five days.

Part 2

It’s Christmas Eve: we’re in Jonathan’s house in Durham. I’m listening to the Bon Matin recording and shivering. Head spinning nights. Early morning and we’re off tomorrow, roadsides we have slept on, rooms we have played in, mind eyes we didn’t see coming, doors opened, chains broken, all open and free in purple sky fades and blue-death dawns.

Echo-ear relentlessly Biggie relentlessly the Jigga man, Mainliner mornings, Harvey Milk mornings, a bag of trash from my car, a bag of trash in the mic, always feeling better, horse feet drumming on distant roads and skies of blue-death dawns.

Five seconds of Romeo and Juliet ballet tape-looped in 4531 attic 6AM, Baba O’Reilly intro never leading anywhere, what were the others I said I liked?

World war two woman with the muscles saying “We Do What We Want.”

Carlene’s dogs even now barking and biting and humping the air, the fox I saw bloody on the side of the road picking itself up and walking back to the woods sick of that game, the moon grinning.

Part 3 when I get home, possibly Part 4 too. Blah blah blog

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