Jacob Lawrence, The Struggle of the American People No 15.
We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union, establish justice,
insure domestic tranquility... — 17 September, 1787 (1955)
Workbook: September, 2002
September 30, 2002 : she burned me once with a lit cigarette
September 29, 2002 : Young woman's voice, singing softly at the piano.
September 28, 2002 : Tall boy, sleepless, walks at dawn into a donut store on Haight Street.
September 27, 2002 : Why's she unable to say my name?
September 26, 2002 : I saw him on the bus one morning with a teenage girl in braces.
September 25, 2002 : I asked her friend once, "How can you watch her poison herself and not intervene?"
September 24, 2002 : I saw a crippled man struggle with his aluminum arm-crutches.
September 23, 2002 : Pretty girl in the farmers' market.
September 22, 2002 : Directed dream. Waco Street, San Diego.
September 21, 2002 : From the lagoon to the inland jungle to the deep volcanic caves, the entire island lay in silence.
September 20, 2002 : Isn't she a closet dom?
September 19, 2002 : I have no inner sense of the passage of time.
September 18, 2002 : I dreamt that her cat came to me with an urgent mission.
September 17, 2002 : The association of stardom with anorexia began early...
September 16, 2002 : We made love once in the kitchen of her parents' house.
September 15, 2002 : Take the damn picture already.
September 14, 2002 : Illuminations.
September 13, 2002 : What is intuition?
September 12, 2002 : Blogging is Internet folk art.
September 11, 2002 : "Things would be different if I were king..."
September 10, 2002 : I saw her, I think, inside a Mexican restaurant I knew she would love.
September 9, 2002 : Max Brod seems to have been a super nice guy, but you have the sense he wasn't the brightest bulb in Prague.
September 8, 2002 : So Life, my friend: is the irony really necessary under all circumstances?
September 7, 2002 : Why are Merry and Pippin there?
September 6, 2002 : There was a night when she glowed in the dark.
September 5, 2002 : "Why do they call it the 'Golden Gate Bridge' if it's painted orange?"
September 4, 2002 : Sketch: John.
September 3, 2002 : Parting gifts. We gave each other earrings...
September 2, 2002 : As a child her father would lock her in the closet, often for hours.
September 1, 2002 : His thinking is shallow and eclectic...
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