2.13.2006

Fear

I'm afraid of the way the East Coast of the U.S. and its inland environs are so small, like shrunken versions of the West. How do you breathe there? Where do you put all your things? Where do you put your neighbors?

I'm plagued by this today. Even your forests are too close. Your roads are too narrow.

7 comments:

  1. It's the suffocation we love, choking on humanity. It's also why we move west.

    Oh, and I received RMR with your chapbook. Thanks. I am eating it up.

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  2. I keep my neighbors in my Neighbor Cozies. You've just got to have them out here.

    The cozies, that is.

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  3. They have a way of walking sideways through doors.

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  4. I felt the same way briefly in Paris--but it's all relative. Wide open spaces fill me with a sense of existential dread, like being so far out to sea you can't spot land. Our forests are an austere embrace.

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  5. Just fumbled onto your blog and thought I'd let you know you've got a new reader out in the vast nothingness of Nebraska. Open space is all there is out here. I so miss the smog of Los Angeles.

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  6. I get feeling like this every now & again. It weighs on me for a bit, but then I manage to get out of the city for a bit. A little refresher. It's good to get out every few months. Can't wait till Austin.

    Got your chapbook last week. Meant to e-mail thanks. Hope you're well.

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  7. No, Phoenix is where you can't breathe. I've never lived in such a polluted place and will be glad to be going back to the fresh air of NYC soon.

    My best friend in town, who's lived here since '94, has been coughing all winter and this week got a diagnosis of environmentally-caused asthma.

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