October 29, Wednesday

In a crowd of people I am suddenly elevated. No matter that the crowd follows Ginsberg and Snyder, out on a quick demonstration march thru the halls of a tall building out into the gardens, their faces among the trees as little Chinese sages grained into the wood. White walls, somewhat Grecian in the fancy takes you. I AM ELEVATING! from a cross legged position, I rise slowly off the ground in a crowd of people, easy as can be. ELEVATED! Mr. Ginsberg and Mr. Snyder frown, not so much? As they are on their busy way, as groups of people pour their respect and devotion to- wards them. Pour, pour-they're busy drinking it up all day in teacups. Do you think we've sent these young ladies and gentlemen in the right direction? That is to say, haven't we sent thin in the right direction though. With my back against a stone wall in a courtyard, I am closing my eyes and-Now if you will just observe me, I will move up off the ground, hopefully as much as a foot, two feet, grind. In my Tibetan bathrobe. Silence.