13      There was some indication that Ursula, my Ursula, was behind the Ursula I currently projected—but I can’t be sure.  I just say that because when I thought of Ursula, I saw some lines that represented a different woman, my woman? in yellow—and yellow was the color I had last observed when thinking of […]

     The more I watched Ursula speak the more i realized that we lived in different orbits—i wasn’t going to find entry into her world.  She had too many people around her: she was bound to be recognized, here, on earth, for all that she was and all that she could be.  She’d realize her

     Well, we were in the car for a while, and I did my best to tune out and or in for the journey.  At one point the note length changed—I was doing a relative half note breathing in and inserting an eighth note to go with the two quarter notes of the “o” sound. 

     i’m not going to eat a whole pizza by myself  no, of course not, something had to be done about that.  An invitation?  Possibly, unless she was talking to her live-in lover, and i was just hearing the echo of it pass through her mind.  But I think she recognized a certain pitch, when

12      It had been a few days, now, that I’d been away from our usual appointment; my scotch uncle and i had been working on the Riemann hypothesis, and, get this, we were making music together, too.  Or was it some other uncle making music—perhaps the lung-cancer uncle—the wine drinker?  I didn’t know, for

     My crash course in music theory was going well, and, although I’d never be a performer that memorized something—or traveled around on a tour, it was, I discovered, possible to record my voice saying and or speaking the lyrics that went with my songs.  For now I just wanted to focus on learning and

     you changed your pattern?  a little; yes, I was starting the day often enough with a love poem, a sonnet, and a general poem, if not an installment of a book-length poem, followed by song-writing, followed by math and physics (for a lesser amount of time), followed by a painting, followed by this book;

     i could see nothing but Ursula counting off a list of organizations that she was recommending people join; she was so down to earth, and personable, that i watched her for a few minutes, when, normally, i wouldn’t—because, if I did, it might mess up my relationship with the real Ursula, the one I

     So many things were happening all around me—a whole new world was opening, and i didn’t know how I was going to keep up.  Get up earlier?  Work more hours?  But in general i seemed to need ten hours of sleep.  That meant, for me, sleeping from about 8:30 to 6:30.  But i’d woken