without considering good or bad

1/13/2024 feeling better but possibly experiencing Paxlovid side effects

Sartre called it — Nausea

Only 4 years ago — pre-lockdown — Even while sick people kept walking thru the gate(less) (g)ate:

COVID Desert

Dear DC (also a frequently used contraction for our primary heteronym)

We’re feeling good enough after 5 days to attempt a Zen joke

“I've decided DC, rather than meaning Dr. Con or Daniel Chamberlain, is an acronym for Dōgen’s Death Metal Cult, and for the hubris of attempting to seek/sell water by the river and obfuscating the Dharma, our direct messaging privileges have been suspended leaving only the DC behind”

I failed, but I don't think that is due to COVID.

Also, the photos in my essay are old, too-too to take fresh ones - I put the picture of a rare cigarette in 2021 up as symbolic ward - we believe nicotine lessens the chance of getting COVID; Maybe I should put that on my virtue signaling garden flag? Our wife succumbed on the third day. Thank you for the Red Desert recommendation. I adore Stalker and My Dinner - I’ll refer to a friend who spent 3 months in lockdown in Italy and see if it corresponds to his experience.

Much Appreciation,

J & DC & Con/Jur/d

Two years before ANTIGEN DETECTED — meanwhile — it seems we’ve been meeting up with friends — at night — early in the morning — again

The Late Meander

We have been obsessing over the third L — as well — remembering Dale’s tale of the tribe whose magick consisted of cultivating luck — here’s a poem to distract us from imposing good or bad :

fu**ing Philip Whalen
Con/Jur/d, 1/13/2024

reading you and Louise Glück
on the same day, was too
much
        after losing sleep to side
effects, the recycling bin tossed
by errant winds

                        *

Passing through like chanting
                              The Heart Sutra
       brought to an abrupt end
by enola gay’s unnecessary
                            pay 
                   load
                        
                  *

unless we zoom out far enough
            the radar
can make the storm
  seem.  linear.                            flat.

instead of curving
                                 cyclic

without always
ending in death

or the fu**ing 
                     Lemon Trees

Philip Whalen, Lemon Trees 
PARIS REVIEW, Issue 46, Spring 1969

I’ll be by to visit YOU — soon

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/13/2024