Having arrived at the realization (again) that I am simply never going to finish ALL THE THINGS, I realize it’s impossible—time cannot be stopped. There is only a chipping away at imperatives, like a block of marble out of which no soaring, winged delight will emerge— only a fleeting and illusory sense of accomplishment. (A… Continue reading imperatives and optionals
Amid the waning of the old year I had moments anxious for it to be over– or I think eager is a better word. But then on January second, in the wake of Jon and J. driving back upstate, there was the inevitable feeling of sadness or loss that the carefree time-between-the-years was over. The… Continue reading tracing the arabesques
A solitary child on a swing in the playground across the street; 46 degrees F, even on a sunny afternoon, seems to've stunted the population there. I find myself in need of some creative (personal) project; wishing I'd thought in time to begin a calendar for 2012– the armageddon calendar. I've given thought to a… Continue reading
Today is time to reach 25k in the word count– midway through the month of November. It's dark inside today; the darkness of winter has fallen. And yet– I heard the song of the ice cream truck outside around noon. This is because it's sixty-odd degrees; the playground across the street is filled with parents… Continue reading Mid-way in darkness
Here's an oldie, just for fun– Hudson Ave in the rain; Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn Sunshine, crisp days, and the undertaking of a dedication to write at least 1,667 words per day have helped to snap things back into action. Not to mention a pair of newly-needed glasses. There have been numerous, miscellaneous items on the… Continue reading focus pull
It is time to obtain a coffee-maker equipped with the ingenious ability to be set up and programmed before sleep, as, with the arrival of autumn, dreams have returned, en masse. Little matter what time I go to bed (nor how much or little I may read before actually going to sleep)– in the morning,… Continue reading The irresistible tide of dreams
The problem with having a comfortable bed with cozy bedclothes and a good pillow, tucked away in a nook that gets only residual light from the front room, is that even when you go to sleep early, leaving plenty of time for a full eight hours– you still want hit snooze and go back to… Continue reading The bear-old urge to hibernate returns with the autumnal equinox
Today I put a new plant* in the tank where Wink* and Fillyjonk* live. They seem quite happy about it, as fishes* go.
Yesterday on WNYC there was a wonderful interview with author Maurice Sendak during which, among other things, he discussed the sadness of losing loved ones as one gets older. Yesterday, too, was the funeral for my Uncle Duke, which I wish I could have been at. Though he lived most of his life in Rochester,… Continue reading the everlasting tale of change
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