by Allen Ginsberg
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Nov. 8--
Moved down from Haifa to Tel Aviv -- met poet Maty Meged at Cafe, all night wandering. An apartment of Ethel Broido a dream fades out this morn in room with Gurdjieff who's disappearing talking about farewell to Peter -- we both sentimentalize and agree Peter sure was the perfect Russian servant of love -- Gurdjieff behind a desk of the Commie Embassy, I in door saying goodbye and high -- I had that nite given Meged mushrooms #7.