I am in here.
Nobody tells you how to go about the actual daily life of a poet. I had lazily always figured it would “just happen,” and never gave it much thought. So I take a stab at it… Read Louise Glück’s Meadowlands and the new Nikki Giovanni collection, and bought a plain old large notebook, of the … Continue reading reading
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
OK, I should know more about Brian Eno other than that he makes non-normal music (this is a good thing, by the way). Just got his Music for Airports, which rumor assures me is a classic. Tis an ambient set of music, chilly and slow, with a real piano coupled with electronic effects. It would … Continue reading music for airports
Having to wait in your car during rush hour while 3 separate police cars charge through the square with sirens going is no reason to try to make up time by ignoring red lights and trying to run bloggers down on crosswalks. But people do it. I mean, after all, what’s one blogger, more or … Continue reading Traffic
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