Summer Is Ten Feet Tall

The Sunday morning paper is special – trying to find the right section; sorting through all these advertisements, turning pages looking at the pictures (colored today printed on plastized paper).  Looking to see if there is something that is worth reading. People will ask you – did you see in the paper yesterday where....? And you will say, I saw that, and a conversation will go on (especially when its sports and he’s another guy).  Can’t be bothered with the real-estate, it’s a community affair. Then you’ll say, did you see where....? You discard the trash in a pile to the left. What is readable is not much – the pile that is left is very small. Entertainment, sports, national news – some people read the editorials and the obits I don’t know what they are bitching about now whose laurels they’re proclaiming – it’s not my community).  Sip coffee. The coffee here is very acidic but it is hot and sort of black and it is comfy here in this sunny nook. Well that about does it for this Sunday morning.

That process of wish and imagination, launched or completed a million times every second, is the engine of our civilization. While barter seeks to match two wishes and annul them, money survives each sale or payment and must be deployed by its new holder or it ceases to be money – James Buchan – Frozen Desire: the meaning of money, 1997  p19

A wedding party – the bride and groom, and all their functionaries. They all come to the Castle for the picture taking. Congratulations, I say to the groom. Thanks, he replies. It’s really not a castle but the hulk a burnt out mansion of native stone. It is being promoted as a European style castle. It’s one of Missouri’s romantic connections to the Rhine River. Every palce pretents that it is some place else. This and Herman on the Big River. And Little Dixie but it has nothing to do with Germany. The Germans mostly lived in St Louis and voted for Lincoln.  But the sitting is rather spectacular sitting atop a two hundred foot cliff above a bubbling spring pool. This place is probably grandeur now as a ruin that it was in its original state. If not for the fire I would not be here. I would never have been invited as a guest.

If he could work a good mule down into the ground and get a good lather on him then we would say he’s a good worker. But I don’t thing we are going to see that...

I take the more strenuous path, the Blue Path down to the springs. The sign warns, “Do not take this path unless you are in good physical shape – 315 steps to descent the 200 feet of cliff face.” I took the long way back and then I took a nap.

Summer had been ten feet tall. It seemed endless, convincing us of our immortality. We came to terms with the inevitable when the sky grayed, turned pearly, opaque – Christopher Kennedy – Ennui Prophet, 2011  p24

It’s the Rage

Warfare

Welfare

Needle

In a hay stack

Play fair

Country fair

Fair exchange

All’s fair

Love and war

Bus fare

Rideshare

Road rage

War on our highways

By the bi-way

All the road rage

There are ecstasies and then there are ecstasies. This isn’t one of them. This is the brown heroin of love, the pure injection of irrational thought – Christopher Kennedy – Ennui Prophet, 2011  p 36

B2s take off at dawn

            From Whiteman

They’ll bomb Chandra

                        Tonight

Musselmen will die

            While wives

Play bridge tonight

Brave warriors endure

            Ennui to bring

Democracy to

             Others

These long hours of tedium

Flying to Chandra

            And back

For every Musselman

            Who shall die

A trick is taken back

            At Whiteman

Until their men return

            They’ll play cards

These brave warriors

            Taking off at dawn

While their wives go

            On having fun

The burden of world history has passed to a few pale, fat men gliding like phantoms at noon toward their Lincoln Town cars… Civilizations with their ancient architecture and civil sentiment had become worthless – James Buchan – Frozen Desire: the meaning of money, 1997 p4

Ticks drop from trees

Hardy as acorns

When it rains they pour

The value of money has been settled by general consent to express our wants and our property, as letters were invented to express our ideas – Edward Gibbons

There was a rustling up on the hillside to my left, the lake was to my right. A squirrel perhaps? No it is still oncoming towards me. Perhaps a beaver or muskrat trying to get back to the safety of the water (I was half right as it turned out)? I stop and try to spot it as it comes rushing onward. Wait, it could be a rabid skunk. Dry leaves are flying. Tall grasses are swaying. Then I see it. A big black snake trashing – hurdling towards me with all its awkward muscular might.. It disappears behind a tree beside me. It must have gone into its burrow. It gets quiet again. There is no motion in the brush. I go on. Then it comes on again. Two feet behind me it darts out of the grass onto the path that I had just trod. It’s a five foot cottonmouth intent of getting to the lake. Now its in the water where its sinuous motions become more graceful – a side to side slither rather than a tumultuous thrashing. It has a beauty as it heads towards deeper water and disappears.

What audiences are doing… is drawing  from the endless media stream that passes them by a set  of diverse elements out of which they can construct imaginative worlds that suit them…  The use of particular media resources for the imagination is not a  random process – Nicolas Abnercombie – Audiences, 1998  p107

Chopping Wood - Carrying Water

John is the man. He has MS, he says.  Chopping wood, he says, keeps him out of the wheelchair. He is out here in his old red pick-up truck harvesting the tree that the rangers cut down. Ranger Todd says this guy is driving awful fast. Someone at the station had notified him that wood would be available here and he is rushing out here so as not to miss this opportunity. Ranger Todd had to borrow an assistant from another station to get the job done. They sliced up the fallen pine and chopped a dead one down. Well hones and oiled chain saws makes it look cutting butter (except for driving wedgs to keep the wood from pinching the sar bar).  Then thyer go out to take care of the ones on the trail. Some small stuff between the Nevins place and Dry Fork and some minor stuff on the Boy Scout trail. That is all, I told him. Umph, Ranger Todd said I’d been told by several people that the trail had been obstructed. Some equestrians carry their own saws for just such an occasion. There was a guy on muleback server campsites back who did. I guess someone did it for you. Thanks, Ranger Todd said. John was busy winching seven foots sections of pine into the back of his truck truck. John and I are the same age.

If  you have psychopathic tendencies and  are born in a rich family, you’re likely to go to business school - George Mandiot – The Guardian

Peanut butter

            Whole wheat crackers

                        Cheddar cheese – sharp

And red wine in a box

            Life goes on

On a cold night

            When young girls squeal

This is the kind of peanut butter

            That sticks to the roof

                        Of your mouth

            Roofiness

This night has that quality

                        Too and so

Do the young girls

Books speak less and less about the facts of the world or the intimate experiences of others and more and more about how to make the self transparent. We read in order to find out how to express ourselves, how to assert ourselves, how to communicate and  connect – William Ray Arney – Medicine and the Management of Living, 1984 p1

Occupy! Is occurant art. Politics and culture do mix or at least they should.

Aesthetic politics is an exploratory politics of invention, unbound, unsubordinated to external finalities – Brian Massumi – Simblance and Event, 2011 p53

Consumerism teaches us that only specific ‘drops’ of experience are worthy of out attention and it is marketing to which we must look to find out what we need to pay attention to.

Power produces, it produces reality – Michel Foucault – Discipline and Punish, 1977

24-7-365 – all the fucking time. All the Freaking Time, man – a life-time, man. Think about that. Up until the end, Amen. Oh God!

But the fact remains. My favorite dog has bitten the entire neighborhood. ‘Here boy’, I say, but he ignores me, intent on running down another frightened child or a bicycle. He’s mangy, too. His collar’s too tight, and there’s no quenching his thirst. Raw meat’s the answer, but I am too lazy to go to the store. This is the story of a boy and his dog. Though as far as I can tell, the dog ran off a long time ago – Christopher Kennedy – Ennui Prophet, 2011 p12

If there were fewer choices to be made, then there would be more choices that would be worth making: we don’t need ten different brands and sizes of white sandwich loafs, we need five different kinds of bread – fresh from the oven and with crisp cruts wrapped in brown paper to be carried home in the bicycle pannier. Say hello to the baker, the butcher and the candlestick maker. Ask the small boy standing on the corern whh he is not in school. Oh, its Saturday. Well OK then, enjoy your day.

Men without lively imaginations are needed to execute policies without imagination devised by an elite without imagination – C Wright Mills

Narco-trafficers corrupt government  and they are

            But the baby brothers of the corporate greedy

Ensuring their own big bonuses

            For incremental incompetence

Which the narco-trafficers rarely are

In the extreme, life is what is capable of error – Michel Foucault

The most radical solutions come from the most banal questions

We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them – Albert Einstein

William’s crazy – Mexican Mormans kidnapping young virgins to rear children so they can maintain their 99 year lease; and how his Indian friend refused to die until his skin turned red again (and it did all except for his lower legs); and how he died in a Mexican jail after hitting a Federale. I said, excuse me, but I have to take a shit and am on my way to the outshouse. I think social service agencies take that the cases that  they can’t cope with and drive out in the country and dump the off in the woods. It’s the updated version of Greyhound therapy, but not their budgets don’t permit them to buy tickets toa town in another state. Later William got electro-shock therapy. Litghting strikes his Winnebago. A big ball of fire like a bomb. It crackles. This is not the thunder. Then a second later the boom after the crackling and sizzeling. If it did’t kill him I’m quite sure he’s deaf. Anyway I won’t have to hear any more of his crazy stories.

Duty, religion, public service, liberty, equality, justice or aristocracy – all the cultural flesh that clothes the bones of money for those that possess it – all become suspect: only money, it seemed, was to be trusted – James Buchan – Frozen Desire: the meaning of money, 1997  p14

THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE IN THE ROOM, I’M SURE OF IT. “WHOS THERE” I CALLED OUT AS I AWOKE WITH A START!

I wanted that window seat in the bright light not this one over here in the gloom of a dim corner. Before I could reach it another couple eased into the booth that I had wanted. I eased back not wanting it to be apparent that a race had occurred and than I was the loser. One of them was an old guy with the salt and pepper beard and he was talking about brush hogging. The other guy now in my sunny booth reached over and closed the curtains. He’s saying how friendly everyone is in this part of the country. “Lived here all your life, have you”, he asked the waitress? “Yes, all twenty years of it.” She is distracted. I’ve already asked her twice for a spoon and she has twice come back and asked be if she had taken my order yet. He’s saying how everyone knows everyone: “Your mama had been up to my house riding her horse when she was no older than you.” “Yeah, she still likes to ride.” “We called your daddy Bird Dog. Called him that oh, a hundred years. Don’t know how it got started.”

I hear a chainsaw in the distance, a truck shifted gears. I was almost back. Then a quiet sound caught my attention as if a blind carpenter were caught hammering roses – Christopher Kennedy – Ennui Prophet, 2011  p17

Poet: someone who sometimes gets the girl, but not very often

The talented composer borrows, but the genius steals – Igor Stravinsky

It commences with buds

Not fire engine red, more

            Like a blush

This is  just the beginning

Then comes the dog woods

Then the great awakening

            With its verdure ubiquietness

Then those nasty insects

And that sticky sweltering heat

            Longing for winter again

Already

We traveled the oceans / To see the world / But what did we see / We saw the sea – Charles Bernstein – The Sophist, 1987  p40

When it comes to culture -  “supply siders” do make some sense.

What all these collapsed powers have in common is that the complex social systems that underpinned them suddenly ceased to function. One minute rulers had legitimacy in the eyes of their people; the next they didn’t – Niall Ferguson

Ticks with their white adominal spots

My revulsion is engaged

            I want to rend them to shreds

            Pluck them off and tear them

                        Apart

Pull off their legs (pull the buggers

                        Into  pieces but that difficult)

            They make surprisingly loud crunch

Like the cracking the shell of a lobster

            To which they are related

The little ones are OK

            At least they have yet to feast

                        On another beast

They probably have yet to acquire

            Any pathogens

Say Rocky Mountain Spotted

            Fever or Lyme Disease

And since I’ve seen no deer I may

            Be safe – but I’m sure

That they are not out there somewhere

Lots of squirrels and the beavers

            Have been gnawing on trees

Birds chatter a lot

An understanding of reality is a liability in a situation in which reality is inadmissible – Donald Antrim – The Afterlife, 2006  p70

Big explosion – rocks the trailer – no idea where or what. Sun is coming out – skies are blue.  I go out to investigate. It sounded right close. No sirens forthcoming to indicate any imment catastrophe. As loud and reverbarting as it sounded someone surely got injured or some property damaged (say a fire is raging somewhere).  As close as it was I should be able to hear any emmergency vehicle responding. None do. It turns out to have been a sonic boom. The military have been granted permission to transect the National Forests at supersonic speed. I vaguely recall having read something about this recently. All part of Homeland Security no doubt, or at least to our sense of enhanced insecurity. I certainly feel more insecure now. I once heard the Space Shuttle boom coming into to land at Edwards. It was common in the late Fifties when we worried about the commies, but the claims for broken windows trumped our fear of thr reds. The best security is property afterall.

We demand that you stop demanding a list of demands – Robert Jensen – 11/3/11

There’s a distant

            Rumble

It could be the hoof

            Beat of Mongol

            hords

Highly unlikely

Rip Van Winkle

            Bowling

Even more improbable

Ka-plink, a split

            More English

            If you please

Ka-boom, that’s

            Better, knock

            Em all over

Military manuevers

I can sleep now

            With greater

            Peace of mind

God bless one and all

And to each a patriotic

            Sentiment

I’ve had my problems / with poetry before, but / I’ve never had to turn / my back on it – Charles Bernstein – The Sophist, 1987  p27

8:40: I’ve been up since sun up – that is when it is proper to get up. Fingers are numb. It’s amazing that the temperature was ninety-five three-day past. A hot cup of coffee – any coffee, it doesn’t necessarily have to be Starbucks, any old tin from the supermarket shelf well do. The birds chirp. I wish I could give them names –Latinized double names would be great, but that would take away their singularity. I could then look them up in an Audubon guide and even write out the songs that they sing. But such strings of constants and foreign sounding names would require an objectivity I don’t want to view the world form. To say the least they all sound sweet – their songs not their scientific names.

In prose you start with the world and find the words to match; in poetry you start with the words an find the world in them – Charles Bernstein – The Sophist, 1987  p49

9:11: I give it a try. Try to be objective. Four birds sing – kwitt kwitt qwit. The sun risers; the earth rotates counterclockwise (indicating that I’m located in the northern hemisphere) to be more accurate. I reheat my coffee – calories of heat from the oxidation of a low molecular weight hydrocarbon gas transferred to liquid in this blue enamel container – concentrated water soluble oils, fair trade grown Arabica beans  (100% the label proclaimed along with a list of chemicals), low roasted and finely ground. God, I much prefer it when the birds just chirp. Perhaps I could get a star chart and identify the constellations too – but they have no real meaning except to astrologers (useless knowledge –unless your into that kind of stuff, although it makes good come-on conversations – what’s your sign? What’s your favorite number?).

What lay behind it, more than anything, even more than madness, was solitude, which is perhaps the subtlest or at least the most lucid of the forms that madness can take – Roberto Bolano – Monsieur Pain, 2010 p12

Economics is a study form within. The views of a schizophrenic and an economist have this in common

If we name the faults of those who have hurt us, we will be shielded from pain; if we can collect evidence to justify our anger, we will not have overcome shame; if we pity our betrayers, we will not have been betrayed, mishandled, misunderstood, or left abandoned. But what happens when the ordeal of abandonment is… life itself? – Donald Antrim – The Afterlife, 2006  p175

I am postmodern. I am your future; young girls squeal. Young men play loud music. This is what I am. This is what it is. And I ask, so what? And I ask for nothing in return except for peanut butter and crackers.

I wake. I am sweating. I try not to fall asleep again. For a moment I am certain that there’s someone else in the room – Roberto Bolano – Monsieur Pain, 2010 p36

It’s beefsteak when I’m working and whiskey when I’m not

The old  Pontiac Gran Prix with its gray paint splotches gets pulled over,  a flashing red light, a small town cop. Poverty is suspecious. A Beamer rarely gets pulled over regardless of how fast they go. In Germany you pay your ticket based on your income. The police should have to pay to stop old clunkers (based on income of course). **I like the idea - an incentive to only harass the rich folks - that policy wouldn't last long)**.  No privacy in this town, the waitress remarks. Is this chicken night? No, honey, this is catfish night. It’s an old couple; they stay anyway. How much chicken could they have eaten anyway? Evidently, a lot. I see their plates piled high with deep fried mounds of filleted catfish, hushpubbies and french fries, all golden brown. I’m having a hell of a time with my BBQ Brisket Sandwich and American fries (sliced baked potatoes that have been fried crispy). The dinner crowd is just starting to arrive – it’s already after five at the Wagon Wheel

The three waitresses scurry about. I may have even sat on this exact same stool fifty years ago, it has endured at least that long. Twenty-five cent blue-plate specials and five cent mugs of coffee. Mom worked across the street at the Allis-Chalmers dealer. Now it’s almost six. Here’s mud in your eye Mr. Policeman.

Entertainment is the counterpart of dehumanizing work and has the same stultifying characteristics

You can shine shoes and wear a suit / You can comb your hair and look quite cute / You can hide your face behind a smile / One thing you can’t hide / Is when you’re crippled inside – John Lennon

Around and around in circles beginning anywhere, but ending when it begins to make sense. So don’t start unless you are prepared for the unsuspected. And I ask how can you ever be prepared for everything. My point exactly, I am told. Well I said, I was not prepared for that. And I was told that this was not yet  the time for making my journey. But I left  anyway. Drove out of town. The Wagon Wheel with its blinking red neon light in my rear view mirror.

It matters not a thinker’s dam / on the hither or thither side of the Acheron / how many rivers you cross / if you fail to cross the Rubicon – M B Tolson – Harlem Gallery, 1965 p42

A snake seen

            On the bridge

Trying to escape

Record highs

            Across the Mid-West

                        And the East Coast

Thirty degrees above norm

Slithering down the railing

            And into the water

In the end, it is always the ruling classes… that long mourn the empires, and their grief always has a stagey quality to it – Benedict Anderson – Imagined Communities, 1991  p111

Out of the 36 OECD countries US Medical care ranks:

-       first in cost  at $8,402 per capita

-       last in ability to provide affordable health care

-       10^th in the number of practicing nurses

-       27^th in life expectancy

-       29^th in the number of practicing doctors

-       29^th in the number of doctor visits per capita (3.9 visits vs OECD avg of 6.5)

-       30^th in hospital beds

-       31^st in health coverage

-       31^st in infant mortality

-       31^st in preventable premature deaths

What the US Medical system does well:

-       4^th in preventing death by stroke

-       9^th in preventing death by cancer

It’s easy to imagine the end of the world. An asteroid destroying all life and so on.  But you cannot imagine the end of capitalism – Slavoj Zizek

By Wednesday the last of the week-ends recreationists leave and by Thursdays the first of next-weeks begin to arrive at their reserved sites

The summer would end, as all seasons always did, the shopkeepers boarding up their windows and salting their pork for the larder, the reproachful church masters preparing for the last sermon and the stiff breeze that would blow away the time, or cast it like a fisherman’s rod or cadet’s brimmed hat; the summer would end, but not as soon as the night – Charles Bernstein – The Sophist, 1987  p20

There are many things

            That only a few

                        Know

And then no one

                        Knows

And there are already

            Many things, many

                        Many things

            That no one

                        Knows

When I eat chicken, I don’t ‘become’ chicken. Chicken becomes me – Henry Ward Beecher

Italian Opera in North Beach with my morning coffee. I am practicing; trying to learn how to be homeless. It is more difficult than you would think. I establish a few simple rules; stay out all day, don’t start drinking until after 4PM, and most importantly know where the public urinals are. Not to simple, not too difficult. Just right as Goldilocks said and looked at the trouble that she landed in. Anyway I’m not really homeless, just pretending to be. Trying it on for size. It’s much easier when you have a place to come back to. A place where you don’t have to take your things and leave when the sun comes up and can’t come back to until it gets dark. A place where you don’t have to attend a prayer meeting first. A place you don’t have to pretend to be meek when they splat a pile of watery mashed potatoes and mystery meat on your plate.

It’s beefsteak when I’m working and whiskey when I’m not – Gillian Welsh

Q: "Do You Plan to Overthrow the Government by Force?" - A: "Is There Another Option"?

Ugh, that was eerie. TD and I went for a walk in the dark. It was very dark. The moon had yet to come out. It was hard to differentiate the wet from the dried up puddles in the road. Then something began to rustle in the woods. It sounded about ten feet away and was paralleling our path. I get spooked. It could be a bear. There were signs warning that this is bear country. It could be only a raccoon. I wasn’t so worried about myself but I didn’t want some beast charging out of the undergrowth and grabbing poor little Trail Dog. But he didn’t seem concerned. He was not alarmed. He is quite vocal about intruders. He is a good littler watch dog.  That should have calmed me but it didn’t. I took him back to the trailer and got a lantern. I walked back and shined a light into the woods expecting but not hoping to see two red spots of reflection (that would be a wolf, wouldn't it - a bear would be what - two green spot?). I did not get any beady reflections I watched to see if I could spot any movement. I did not. Just the echo of our feet on the gravel I suppose. But I stayed awake for a long while worrying about intruders. This is crack country. Lot of anthyemine cookers hereabout. I probably would have been much more worried had I watched “Winter Bone.” But I had not. It would be nice to have a sawed off shotgun loaded with birdshot just in case. I finely went to sleep.

Before, they dare attack the wolves, the sheep turn against hares. Before their reversal directed against superiors, they turn on the lowest available quarry – Elias Canetti -  Crowds and Power, 1978  p59

Solving yesterday’s problem is the means by which we create tomorrow’s problems

“Do you plan to overthrow the government by force?” – What other choices do I have? – Jessica Mitford

7:03 – finishing breakfast – sausage, hash browns, scrambled eggs with mushrooms and bell peppers and coffee. Birds are chattering. The dog and I went for our morning walk up the hill. I have taken my pills. I need to remake the bed and sweep the floor. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. We walked as the sun rose above the horizon and the stream gurgled below us.

Zukofsky taught: the poet makes one long poem. / Mathematicians say Notation is notion. / The dream voice said: Imagination fails the dream – Hugh Seidman – Selected Poems, 1995  p143

80% of the land mass of the United States is within 2/3 a mile of a road

I am not romantic, you know. I never was. I ask only a comfortable home – Jane Austin – Pride and Prejudice

There is how life is imagined or more properly how life is imagined as being lived by one and then there is life. For some the gap is huge while for others it is not so immense. For those for whom it is not it may be either because the gap does not exist or the gap can not be imagined. How many of us are jealous of someone (real or imagined) else’s life. A few are not and even we are sometimes envious. How often are we envious? Sometimes more. Sometimes less. It all depends on how much we enjoy our own company, not many can stand themselves all the time. You have to be really, really full of yourself for that.

Ain’t no such thing as I can hate anybody and hope to see God’s face – Fannie Lou Hamer

Without people there is very little adventure. Most of what there is, is waged against the bugs and the weather.

Combatants are allowed to injure each other just so long as they stand in a relationship of mutual risk – Paul Kahn

At Yosemite aircraft can be heard from 30 to 60% of the day. In the Haleakala volcano crater on Maui, 8 to 10 helicopters pass overhead per hour

[Progress] truly does not provide or even meaningfully mark the history of life – Stephen Jay Gould – Full House

People who have talked with old people who had themselves talked with older people are wiser than people who have not

The world deals with negation and contradiction and does not assert any single scheme. New signs on the federal building, they say FEDERAL BUILDING. On whether you’re dreaming or just thinking to yourself. The isolation, the boredom, the quiet, the space – Charles Bernstein – The Sophist, 1987 p11

One would have hoped that while doing something extraordinary one would not feel so ordinary

I don’t know why the more I gave, / the more you feared you would lose / my greed for you was so simple – Hugh Seidman – Selected Poems, 1995  p140

Siren blows – everyone fish; siren blows again – everyone stop. There is quite a congregation of trucks. Waders hang on lines to dry as if were the trout who were catching the fisherman. Three on a stringer. That’s the limit. It don’t take long. Fishing widows roam alone.

Just as failure was the measure of men, so too was success. Even more – David Goldfield – America Aflame, 2011 p31

I am on the road again. I’ve checked all the to-dos off my list – well actually I erased anything that I hadn’t got done yet. I stop at Unity Village. This is the first time I’ve been here. I have been passing by it for fifty years. It is time that I stopped and cheked it out. It is a place of love and acceptance. That’s what it says. Someone with the name of Sirita sets me up in a viewing room so that I could watch their introductory video. This is a place of love and acceptance, It tells me. It was founded in 1889. It is a society of silent help – the pray movement is at its heart and soul – the power of positive pray – pray for health, abundant life and relationship. I told her that I had been passing by here since I was a little kid. I wish I had a penny, Sirita said, for everyone who has told me that. The English part ends and then it repeats the message in Spanish. The Spanish version is different, its not the same video with Spanish instead of English. It’s a whole different production. I sit in the sun on a bench in a spot where the limestone has been sculpted by water. It is cool. Sirita had warned me about the deer – they will try to nuzzle you, she had said, but look out for the wild turkeys, they are very territorial.

One can sleep with anyone, but one can read only some people’s word – Benedict Anderson – Imagined Communities, 1991  p77

All they have to do is…and they make tons of money. And even if I were a person…I could work two jobs and save money. I know that I could…your children… set them up and see …Every day I do, you know what I mean… a certain tribe, or minority tribe…I don’t have it handy, I read about it. It’s like the lawyer says…twenty-three cousins that are related to …and step back and look at the big picture. I don’t think that I am… I don’t think so…that may be a separate discussion…except I don’t think so, because in every transaction I do…I think that the point that you are trying to make is a valid point, but… I don’t think so.