it is hotter than the surface of the sun here. temp. yesterday, when anna picked me up after work, was 112 f. official high was something like 107 f. but why quibble with a couple of degrees. so all one can do is cocoon and watch movies, stay hydrated and take siestas. which is what we did on sunday.

so i'm on heading off to the office, walking there before it gets too hot. and anyway, thinking about the latest thread at the buffalo poetics listserv, which is about philosophy and the existence of god. such a topic is best left for mystics, theologians and mathematicians, since the human intellect can conjure forth many systems of beliefs and the equations, and arguments, to either refute, reject or try to prove the theorems of god.

i'm quickly out of my depth here. i've mentioned before that i consider poetry a religious calling, but that i'm also an atheist. discussions of the nature or existence of god, or theodicy, is not part of my poetics. i think.

writing is, for me, not about mysticism but part of the strangeness and wonder of living. in all its horror and glory.

now i've gotta run.

peace