Sunday 15 May. 4:30 p.m.
At the laundromat, Grove & Sycamore, Oakland
Miguel Cabron dige
Sub specie aeternitatis
Questa vita incognita humanorum
Nobis . . . .
Ich mit Verliebe verschlagt
Two blocks south is home.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
Nos Murituri Te Salutamus!
— douse the cigarette
Possible conjunction of Venus with Diana tonight
Market & San Pablo, Oakland central city
Is it well that while we range with Science, glorying in the time,
City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime?
There among the gloomy alleys Progress halts with palsied feet,
Crime and hunger cast our maidens by the thousand on the street;
There the master scrimps his haggard seamstress of her daily bread;
There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor,
And the crowded couch of incest, in the warrens of the poor.
—— Alfred, Lord Tennyson, cited in Jack London, People of the Abyss,
paperback reprint Oakland California, Star Rover House, 1982, p. 210.