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San Francisco to Palo Alto, 1987-1992 [:back & forth:]
Nina was like a baby in the woods, in this new, unfamiliar vibration... Almost, since the time she arrived in Palo Alto, and exclaimed, in front of Stanford University, standing at the foot of the Memorial Church "Escher City! - Wow, it has its own geographical location; it's not just a Platonic Universal." She was looking at the Math Department, and toward the Hoover Tower at some distance... Her friend, an older gentleman, a co-worker at Antenna Theater, in Sausalito, CA, took her there, after she told him there was no way she could stay in San Francisco cause she couldn't handle the homeless, the pigeon shit, and the likes of Turk Street, and related 'Follies', and the sheer human dissipation that she never before encountered in Canada. Palo Alto, was the standard of cleanliness and comeliness she was used to from Canada. It was - a yes, for staying there. A few months down the road, she was taking courses - of all kinds - but those least familiar were, the BPI courses, with the Berkeley Psychic Institute, Church of Divine Man. |
When she lived in San Francisco - the City - as everybody called it, on Waller Street, she could 'commune with the homeless', literally; the street was their favorite hang-out/pit stop. These guys were mostly Vietnam vets... And to top it off, she could hear the 'fighter planes', like U2, Joshua Tree, Bullet the Blue Sky", was telling her about. These planes over head, were actual fighter planes, on their way back to their home base, Moffat Field, in Mountain View, CA, where NASA was located as well. The sound, the sheer decibels... The house shook. And she pictured Vietnam, "across the mud huts as children sleep"... through the alleys of a quiet city street"... "Outside, is America... " |
designed & written by G. B. Pohoral
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