Sunday, June 22, 2014

put you in the car



convo w/ sam listening to car stereo

hey        ask me who this is
              who is this no ask
me who we’re listening to
who are we listening to—
NOTHING which reminds me
of a story my dad would say
his mom would say to him
and his friend who are you
listening to and they’d say
GUESS WHO
who
Haa Haa Haa
GUESS WHO
who
Huh Huh Huh

((en route to Black Mt Nc
62014))

we went to see the old Black Mt College campus on Lake Eden, but it's a camp for christian boys now...i tried to imagine Charles Olson ziplining down into the water, making a large splash, or Creeley and Cage playing foosball underneath the studies building as Josef Albers nearby lifted weights, but it didn't feel right. after walking around hands-in-pockets for about ten minutes, a fellow who i can only assume was the camp director suggested that we ought to leave. he seemed pretty disappointed that we were uninterested in becoming camp counselors. some Eden...

we fell into Asheville a half/hour later. ate fancy burgers. went to the BMC museum, very humble, only a room. this was perhaps the pilgrimage we were searching for.

on the way home it rained off and on off and on off and on

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