Peaces on Earth.
Hockney has arrived. He lights up the bay with Hockney colors.
Walking pale Los Angeles as through the corridors of a bathhouse,
as monotonous as anything else. We have arrived in San Francisco.
The People’s Cafe, Haight Street, Day 2 with Aussie neurosis. Walnut finish.
One-third of a photogenic head peeking around a boulder, Central Park.
I would love to be able to write all of this down. Ooga Booga
in Chinatown, for example, where I spend approx. sixty dollars American.
A build-up of haze in front of the Oakland Hills.
Here at the Carl Hotel we are a bit overwhelmed. We’d love to be able to
[snapshot of BART].
Seagull in the cloud. Four black 2” 3-ring binders.
Airplane at eleven o’clock. Boats and seagulls. Here come more of the clouds.
