At the Laudromat

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.

About M. Meo

Worked as translator, museum technician, truck lumper, lecture demonstrator, teacher (of English as a Second Language, science, math). Married for 25 years, 2 boys aged 18 & 16 (both on the Grant cross-country team). A couple of scholarly publications in the history of science. Two years in federal penitentiary, 1970/71, for refusing the draft.
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