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feeling mighty fine this morning. It's cold and rainy. My kind of weather. I've got one class for next semester. Hopefully I'll pick up four or five more.

I'm going to use Rothenberg's Technicians of the Sacred, Waldman's Life or Death, and Kerouac's Dharma Bums. An examination of spirtuality and the word.

I'm hoping to pick up some humanities courses at A&T university. Refresh my Greek gods.

Now I am going in the front room to watch Tarkovsky's Nostalghia. I've been really enjoying watching the Hellraiser movies lately. Watching pain empties the brainpan.

More animal less human!


didi said…
What is that picture of?
postpran said…
It's a great scene from the movie. The mystic makes a great speech in Rome and lights himself on fire. You should check it out.
didi said…
god no.

John Lowther said…
Marcus, you wouldnt have been in gboro then.. but some parts of either hellraiser II or III were filmed in greensboro. People I knew waited hours to be extras and didnt get lucky.

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