Thursday, June 27, 2013

June 27, 2013

Woke to the roar of sudden downpour. I had been dreaming of travel. I was stranded temporarily on an island between Britain and Ireland, where was taking a kind of seminar in a series of dreary buildings, all of which seemed to be surrounded on three sides by a gray sea. Meryl Streep was also taking the seminar.

The Defense of Marriage Act is put down by the Supreme Court, as well as several other measures enacted, it seems to be, not out of any need but out of pure meanness, to insure some advantage certain people had remained exclusive to them. My marriage is somehow less if you can marry too; you have gotten pregnant- the fact that I can’t or haven’t would not be so satisfying if you weren’t forced to carry that burden to the end regardless of consequences.. Not one of the people in government who say that every baby is a gift from God believe it, or has thought about it enough to have the right to an opinion.

Heavy flowers blooming in the wet heat: voluptuous male roses, soaring stalks of acanthus.

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