6 July '11 (Sacramento)
Black man with baseball cap, standing in the aisle of the grocery store [Safeway] we went yesterday to take care of business concerning bank accounts for kids, and getting credit & debit cards, he said to someone in the other end of his cell (mobile) phone: "These fuckers are not from Saudi Arabia." He kept repeating this to the person at the other end, as if he would not believe what he was reporting. He was peering down at cooking oil on a shelf. He had no shopping basket or grocery cart, trolley.

7 July '11
"The Gold Rush was the single largest movement of people since the Crusades; an estimated 90,000 prospectors pressed into California in 1849 alone and 300,000 had arrived by 1854" (p. 83 Ishi's Brain).
"One pioneer in northern California's Trinity County would recall a 'Kentuck' buying an Indian girl of just eight or nine years old as his 'seraglio'" (p. 84, ibid.).
Mooretown: Feather Falls Casino
Berry Creek Rancheria: Gold Country Casino
Enterprise Rancheria: (no casino)
Round Valley (the 4th Maidu reservation or rancheria) is located inland from Mendocino
Patricia Nelson Limerick: new historian of the West
Chico Rancheria: run by the Mechoopda, survivors of 1850s & 60s extermination due to residence around stockade and John Bidwell's ranch in Chico

14 July '11
Agitprop at the DMV today where two women, an Hispanic and a black tried to get into it before the tall, fat butt security guard got between them. I was gazing in the direction of the commotion when it began with an outburst of raised voices and soon degenerated into name-calling, the black woman calling the Hispanic a "stupid bitch."
Our first visit to the DMV on July 8 I believe I wanted to note the tall, statuesque black woman with the thunder thighs and today the young black woman with the cropped hair in the back and the wave on her crown with the blonde streaks. It was hard for me to keep my eyes off of her, she reminded me of the Nigerian whore, especially the haircut, though the Nigerian's was a wig.
How much was merely slight provocation cannot be judged, as it appeared the two women were in a group sitting together. A brother "came to the rescue" in the case of the Hispanic woman.

She ran up like a springbok
to me des yeux glauques
she coveted my gold Gaelic cross
special to me I said to her
special to me so beautiful
she could not have it nor me her
enamored she was too much
of my dirham notes
she needed to pay her boss
she almost swooned
Oh, Aminata, my Ivorian flower
a syncope of delight
your dark chocolate syrup flavor
has indicted me in spite
of you, Aminata, Ivorian flower
hard chocolate body illuminated
by night's fluorescent light
reigning over your body like
the moon raining sun's ray over
deep, dank earth's wights
floating, black cirrus clouds
of silk your hair shimmering in
same light, each strand with tensile
strength of rubber wobbling earth's
axis your electricity sighting me
down your lithe, sapling body
new, shrouded peaked dawn in
night.

You fell upon me like holy water dispensed by father during Mass
you were amassed in dark, hollow, wise blackness of artificial silk hair growing from your scalp in black ink strands shiny, shimmering in fluorescent light
shiny, shimmering shimmying in delight to cascade down along your jet black cirrus cloud strands of silken hair.

I stuck it into you, my bongara
my bongara into your tiktobah
tiktobah/bongara party, party
partying together between
sapling thighs I sighed between
a syncope of de-light hedging its bets to transpire a swooning swelling the lips of your hidden priory, prior to installing it between your sylvan thighs.

Black loon with gaping wound
your teeth crooked and the whites of your eyes baring themselves and the fluorescent light reverently be-lighting your face a glancing blow of tubular fluorescent light alighting on your face, your thighs only dusky with only slight discoloration between your thing there hidden was it orange colored panties?
I can't remember only that you wore your bra still when you said you want to fuck? And then I stuck it in again, your lips pursed between your thighs, the whys and wherefores sighing their lies, your lying beneath me, penetrating your lies, our lies, our whys and wherefores expiring, tangled in between, among our thighs.

Nothing but a fetish doll in mind
Nothing but a fetish doll in mind
Nothing but a fetish, dull in mind
the keening of her little twat
the keening of her little twat
the keening of her little twat
upbraids my soul is on the dole
upbraids my soul is on the dole
the reaming of her little twat
She redeemed me from my be-
  nighted soul she redeemed me
from my benighted soul Be-
  witched me with her jet black
hair, silken shimmering in fluores-
  cent light, shimmering black silk
in the fluorescent light
a gaping wound between her thighs
the keening loon of her little twat
is what it amounted to that night
she was enamored of my large
  dirham notes.

I drink you in my mind at night
I drink you in my mind at night
drunken soul upon the waves
  of shimmering black skin
deep chocolate color
my soul sinks down in the night
bewitched by you, my little twat
deep dark chocolate fetish doll
with jet black silken strands for
hair growing from your scalp
as if I touched a smooth black
glass, a cool smooth black
glass of darkest Guiness bitter
A bitter-sweet a glass of ale
A bitter-sweet a glass of ale
I raise it to this darkest whore
the dusky Muse of Baudelaire
will I forfeit this darkest night
will I forfeit this darkest whore?
Aucune idée is my surmise
Aucune idée indeed this night
A bitter-sweet induced delight

I cannot underrate the moon
I cannot underrate the moon
I cannot underrate the moon
I cannot underrate the moon
I cannot underrate the moon
I cannot underrate the moon
the moon I cannot berate
it's full the moon her face
the deepest, darkest, fullest
   moon of chocolate
the moon, it's made of chocolate
the moon, it's made of chocolate
white chocolate it seems
white chocolate it seems to be
the moon it has a rigid face
a rigid face it seems
it seems to crop up in the night
a harvest moon it bays a
russet white, it bays a rus-
set white
A candied apple in the sky
it turns a bloody red
not that farmer's face
peaking over the fence
but a ship with bloody sails that's
  docked
inside a culvert of my heart
above the transom in my room
the moon, its chocolate face, it
  looms to deride me in my utter
  gloom
Put a face on it she said, the
wounded cry of a loon
the pouting lips, the drooping lids
a melancholy moon
that shines through, chocolate white
Oh, Aminata, Ivorian flower
what drapes you in a silken
bower? The hours float by in
  the sun, your jet black tresses
shroud the moon, your luminous
complexion sways the room
full of the darkest chocolate moon

the moon is a dark chocolate
shining white