I am going to Flying Lotus tonight and hoping for a lot of trippy visuals and good hip-hop

Last night, I had a night-hallucination about a doco by Caro, in which a most scandalous rumour about RM was told: that NYC's mighty Coordinator of highways would go to his workroom on Randall Island, and, all solitary, sit on a child's toy construction wagon with a big scoop at its front, happily making "toot toot" and "brm brm" sounds.

Roundup of auto-romans, including my compliant Dumas, “Athos & Porthos & Aramis & D’AtGuy” (non-compliant blog post)

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About to finish Caro's biography of RM, who built many NYC spans - Triborough, Hudson, Narrows - and highways, most infamously cross-Bronx. Not a kind guy at all, by this account.

BIG BLACK CAT, IN ZOO

His sight, from scanning that gray row of bars,
has grown too lax to hold to anything.
For him his world contains a thousand bars
and no world past that iron ring.

His softly pacing gracious walk
that turns along tight spirals with no sound
is vigor, dancing round a focal point
in which a mighty will stands numb.

Sporadically, his pupil's curtain lifts,
admits a solitary lit-up spark.
It runs through hush'd, taut limbs, and drifts
into his bosom, sinks without a mark.

Cat, a Kansas animal, a salami (n.): as a snak atac!

Additional constraint: no hindsight! Only songs I was into at that point! Allowing a bit of laxity for my infancy, it's not as if I was going into music shops at four.

A provoking, amusing activity: compiling a birthday playlist of a pop song for any of all my fifty orbits around our sun

a computational graph's gloss of DIMYSIUM 

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