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Het Folks! i spent thursday Walking around Park Slope, in search of sidewalk space. i’m helping to set up Make Music New York – a yearly festival of outdoor concerts on June twentyfirst. right now restaurants and shop owners, and Musicians and bands can sign up to either have music in front of their store or to play outside on June twentyfirst. i like being the surveyor of a Realm, if only for a few hours.

Bury Me A Lion @ Make Music New York 2009

Bury Me A Lion @ Make Music New York 2009

these people aren’t happy when you first walk in with a clip board and a running mouth, but automatic Resistance gives way to skeptical Discernment as they realize that the festival is actually free and i’m not asking for money. then there is excitement and wrappingtheirheadsaroundit conversation.

point is, i’m out there putting Tupelo Honey into our Communal Coffee (and i dont even like coffee). do you like to play outside? then Sign up for june 21st: http://timeoutny.com/makemusic

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to lee: 2006.11.28 00:50

the bees are dying now. i can see them dropping out of the air – no carefully designed spiral descents for them – no no – i follow the bees with my eyes from the wall to an invisible poison sphere hanging a foot away and then shes and hes dive down down down – kamikazes attacking my precious feet! i’m careful not to step on them. not careful enough. all my honey jars are growing hideous fungi – even my sacred tupelo reserves. there’s no one left to serve me my sweet things – i walk outside and wash my eyelids in the abandoned combs and their failed children. perhaps death shall offer no boundary as i absorb the shining golden recipe straight from the tomb.

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