Christina Strong and ambient Boston po-culture. this here hub of the universe can be pretty Podunky. here's an old poem (from my book), vis-à-vis.

Spontaneous Commons

along a slated angle and at the speed of dormitories, we are mixed with pleasure and the season of trust. we made Harvard Yard an ape testing the limits of portable knowledge. gaining a pig by training its master, we learned a horizon. integral tools love in the way that people steam the windows with shame. but then, Harvard has practiced lilacs for so long. a deed is made of glass, or cushions the softly flowing Thames. Thames equals Charles, any day now. a place that was nowhere came on strong, but we are made for mattresses. when the time is right, and all that structure studies us, we'll mail in the response clause. Harvard dangles with the new acid, the ivy climbs higher. which is better, after all, when fog closes the neat stores and we eat our neighbour's dog. tremendous whistles act like racoons, tho les contagious. and thru it all, sheep were friendly today. sudden distribution factors get to know us, or the balance of knowledge on the head of a pint. washing casuistry with something that was here yesterday, beer, then relaying the matter to the Dean of Something, with fresh underlines attracted to all the right nouns. this strange agate means more than economy does to the cat. sad straits of affairs, as one might say, on the way to class. acting on impulse never filled a balloon so rationally as trying to negotiate the stairs. the choppy waters of the Charles must prove a point, we haven't time just now.