Afghanistan, July-August 1969 – Page 89

Reading in walled enclosed gardens. Tangier

and Ultiminal. The closed world of the family,
Sometimes he sleeps in open and a woman's
face dimly covered by a veil gazes, an oblique
glance in your direction. As if you worship the
ancient games. They turn away — The ellipse
of energy-turning; a force, wide, free and
youthful, sighing. The memories of Betjeman &
years break down if you carry medicine. The
doctor is the unwilling.

The Dust... pale clouds erupting from

under the wreaths. Silence by the rude wind
which withers thick. Road fences stuffy
organized and the blazen. Gravel weavers
in brushes. They chomp [illegible] food.