Continuing to transcribe notes I wanna save from old journal (about to stash it in a box for library / archive) and get on with next. Computer or not, I scribble happily onto paper… journals, journals, journals… hard to think of MacBook as a notebook. It’s a storage device, a magic window, music comes out of it (Keyboard Sonata in D Major by Haydn), and news, pictures…
Transcribing: Is God present in a dog the same way He is in a human? Do dogs have a Self? “Species concept of self…” I wrote and think I know what I meant. And a sequence of dialogues about a dog as sex counselor. It’s true. “Yoni, Poonani, Coochie!” That’s what a dog might say if he could watch a couple having sex. “Yoni, Poonani, Coochie!”
“There’s no groove to it, you can’t dance to it,” says Shelby the Dog. He’s talkin’ about melancholia. The line itself comes from old blues man.
Post-modern. Post-human. Post-literate. Post-civilization.
“The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.” -Leonardo da Vinci. I think my dad, a podiatrist, understood. He was a foot man. I’m a foot man, too. I write poetry.