whirling muddle, clever apple

it's scary to me to see y'all having ideas, as my brain over the last six weeks has been a water-wheel around anxiety (propelled by cnn-in-search-of-disaster). but last night tony and i and his friend shuo from beijing (who stayed with us because a rita tree branch fell on his roof) watched 'the enigma of kaspar hauser'. a part reminds me of your commentary on nature hiding....in the movie, kaspar hauser has been raised in solitary confinement, and, released as an adolescent, is taught to speak and walk and so on. someone is showing him a bunch of apples, and he says to put the apples back in the grass, they want to rest. and the man talking to him says 'apples don't want anything, they just follow our will.' to demonstrate this, rolls an apple. but said apple hits a bump and rolls off. and kaspar says 'now that's a clever apple, it didn't do what you want, it's rolled off and hidden itself in the grass.'

somehow that makes me think of tiny hurricanes hiding themselves (verstecken sich) in the grass. right now it's one hundred degrees in houston so elemental forces are very much in evidence. please wave your hands around and distract them, somebody.

i have nothing really to contribute to heraclitus conversation but can circle in the middle of it with illogic ripples. if you, my persons, still want to read rojo 'book of the green man' i actually did check it out of the rice library.

i am a little concerned about my parents, who seem also very anxious and skittish and circular today. they are bearing up well considering but i think they will need some time to shiver off the strain of a second hurricane alert. ugh, current times are a big suspended hanging plane (on a tilt) we could ice skate on, were they not on a tilt, in addition were they not one hundred degrees and fit for firey salamanders.

i've been reading some jabes (from book of ?s), gave up for a little while w/rita, but think i will begin soon again - here's a bit from that:

"'Look how his face turns into a bird,' said Reb Elfer to Reb Yod. 'And how the squirrel tries to recognize itself in this face.

Look how his face turns into a branch. And how the branch blossoms for the face.

From the alder to the fir, from the abundant baobab to the delicate profile of the spindle tree: look how the world of trees ages and dies in man's face.

For us, too, the time of transparency will come."