Having my way with Ulysses


Eve likes citrons too.8:27 am

Not going to fill out the application for the Ravenna Kibbutz, but still an idea behind it.  Rent is reasonable and then there are the movie nights, workshops, bonfires, gardens.  Pruning things.  Ripening cherry tries.  Not exactly citrons in the Levant but urban kibbuitzniks can’t be expected to reproduce precisely the kibbuitzim of their grandfathers.  This is a simulacral situation.  Nice fruit the citron, can’t find them here.  Forbidden fruit.  Heavy sweet waxy perfume they have.  Wonder if Citron is still working in the movie business.  Rusty he was, marketing.  Gatherings with him and Mastiansky too with his cither, Molly singing.  Bohemian nights those were. 

Would it kill you to find a nice Jewish commune?

Whosoever's heart icon reaches 0% and is thus teleported to his or her home location while wearing this garment shall not suffer everlasting fire. 8:24 am

Saw something about the new American Kibbutz movement. Vegetable gardens, movie nights. Separate rooms.  For each according to availability from each according to mortgage deed.  Urban, no olive trees, no orange trees, maybe some chickens, but the urban ones much more sophisticated and not their country cousins.  Certainly no roosters.  No cattle blurred in the heat.  No children’s dorms with communal care (female) so their mothers can farm.  No farm.  No children.  Carefully non-denominational non-communistic commune.  I worked with cows.  Not a farm, Chehalis livestock market, auctions on Fridays.  The smell of lowing and the sound of dung.  Slapping a palm on a prime hindquarter.  Whack.  Crooked skirt swinging.  Tried to walk home behind neighbor girl, lazy thing.  Wearing a brown scapular, protects from burning, or rather after the first Saturday it does.  Picture her second life foxeyed with a ferreteyed policeman, prime sausage, lost in the woods oh please Mr Policeman.