I don’t have any sentiments would somebodything thirst my quench how about about my mediocrity of character?

I got socks & pistachios, a new coffee-maker, a ! woodcut, a ! poster, a clock of my neighborhood (I live at the compass), a pickling jar, quill & inks! an excellent haul.

I've two stories from yesterday I wish I could share with you. Both are sweet, make me smile, neither a winking-snark I imply I want to but can't share with you. I'm trying not to do that winking-snark shit anymore, how'm I doin? One story I'll share if I write it right. The other I might if I write it right and get necessary OKs. If you don't see anything it's not I didn't try.

O, Olive - she's also still a kitten (she's sixteen months old), Earthgirl and I are playing with her as much as we can (still not enough for Olive) but her being bored, as much or more than MomCat being in the house, may be the issue. I moved the piano and found all her pipe-cleaner toys, she's chirping this morning, not hissing.

• Run of birthdays starting tomorrow until the 31st the New Year's Day George's New Year's Day song.
• Waiting for registration.
• Against the politics of fear. One of my Hillaryite Colleagues constantly badgers me for not being more agitated at what's potentially coming down the road. Is weird, I say: somehow the lack of a vibrant, viable alternative gives me resignation, if not peace.
• Though the overwrought disappointment at Olive's heel-turn is related. 
• As is the posting on the three or four slowest days - slower than Thanksgiving this year - in Blegsylvania, though I don't take it as personally as once.
• Fake news and the post-Trump media.
• Pynchon's Christmas bugs.
• I understand how the people following me on twitter goes up and down - bots and non-bots follow and leave - but how does the number of people I follow change if I don't add or delete anyone? I even understand how it could go down - perhaps twittercides disappear when they self-disappear - but how does the number of followers go up if I add nobody?
• On Alice Notley's Benediction. I can vouch.

CLINICAL THERMOMETER SET WITH MOONSTONE

Alice Notley

I don’t have any sentiments

would somebodything thirst my quench

how about

about my mediocrity of character? I dance

with the dead divinely

                                 in my dreams

I’m stricken deaf when I mention it my babies

cry they want everything quick! here. un-

mentioned   

                  as character should be

      like the purpurine it needs must be carved in,

                        please

Have you heard of the roguess elephant with the

brilliant diamond eyes? She is the puppet

of the dictionary

                           where is her beautiful orange

juice?   

            puppy foot!   

                                 When your father dies

he doesn’t let you swoon   

                                       into aventurine or spray

of lily (pearls) of the valley

you do not bifurcate

                               you may

supplicate      

                   play yourself to your camp heroine

self—play it Lady play

It      

       but delete no matter

       thank you for breakfast

       today we will visit with the ear syringe

       be the current density   

                                           honey flower

                                           ice egg

I love you as a fan loves air. oops it’s I

                vice-versa I

                                  told you about that

       character      

                           She is a bezel

                           awaiting the plop of a

                           ruby she must grow

                           chronically

and I can’t end and I can’t lie

here         

               He held him in his own heart then

               may I in my eye now me