Oxford, Paris, and other things

Today I went to the beach,  bit of a head ache due to bad management of vodka orange. I was supposed to meet some other poets at City Light but my day has been too tiring.  I stupidly assumed that you could find food near the beach.  So between 11 am and 7 pm I didn't eat,  and I swam. Just once. Of course I got pestered. Find it quite difficult to quite relax. Got pestered yesterday too. Hm...  I had a Hitchcock moment of course,  being near the bridge... Vertigo. It was a bit of a trek going there and I had to trespass but it had to be done! And I got some help from an inner city kid from LA. Very happy about that. Meeting young hyppies on the beach was fun too.

Meeting another photograph this afternoon.  We will to to the Mission for a walk.  Should be nice. Will try now to go to a museum of native Indian art if there is one.  Then, if I find the time,  back to Oakland for the museum there. Intrigued (and horrified) at the difference in fees from one university to another. Stanford,  Harvard. Do they make you pay the price so that you think you're at Oxford or Cambridge? (and we are already so expensive I think! )

Above politeness Above good and evil In your bubble limousines You surf the streets Surf the streets Collecting Us in apps for sale. Drink, oh drink babe, NSA is good for you!

If you love stones more than people Building on sand you don't see If you love your car so much You won't stop at the stop sign For the passer-by that I am If you think saying it's lovely All the time will stop you From feeling like shit If you're afraid of leaving Your stuff on the sea side While you go swimming And off in rented gear you go Into the sea into the sea And told me later you did 3 miles whatever The sea, the sea, that really tried her best To kill me #fail I am ready. And here I am, The day after, Walking on art, crying It's an earth quake really You won't see it you won't feel it But an old lady, second name Elizabeth, Took me for a tour. Thank you.