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It is with the face turned toward me that
I have true relations. No longer are there
Korea and Koreans, singular and plural
of the same night, but only these familiar
faces -and that is the Golden Fleece…

(I know you will have the intelligence
-cats understand such things- not to see
me playing Humankind against History,
all those capital H’s with which one
works up a sweat of understanding each
morning, barbells for the intellectual…
I know that my relations with these faces,
with these familiar people, all filter
through history, and that to help or to
harm them there are other means than
pataphysics. But if the Big Issues must be
involved in this relation, let that remain
between them and me -it’s not for the
onlookers. At the bottom of this trip is
human friendship. The rest is silence.)