I am in here.
In a very few days is the Ohio addition to the primary vote tally. I don’t want to think about it, because I hate thinking about politics and the evil it’s done to people I love. But I have plans for that day. I’m gonna declare myself a Democrat. “So..?” you say. However, I live … Continue reading Next Tuesday
Composition must occur in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree, or a swordsman leaping at his enemy. It is also like cutting a ripe watermelon with a sharp knife or like taking a large bite at a pear. — Basho
Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. … Continue reading Memory
I have GarageBand, which came with the latest update of iLife. My brain, silly thing, thinks: I’m good at poetry. Poetry is an art. Music is an art, too. I’ll be good at music. Who the hell will ever know?! I’m still trying to figure out how to arrange the basic tracks that came with … Continue reading Music, and the lack of possibility
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