Reading poems from Sweden on the train the in early dark. My umbrella on the seat beside me– orphaned at the transfer. Here are some of the words, lines like self-sharpening tools: Passing through walls hurts human beings, they get sick from it, but we have no choice. It's all one world. Now to… Continue reading Airy. empty, open
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Mid-way in darkness
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
The irresistible tide of dreams
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 bear-old urge to hibernate returns with the autumnal equinox
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
the everlasting tale of change
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
with autumn
...has arrived melancholy.
Labor Day
I'm having a strange sense of deja vu. It's Labor Day, and I am on deadline, so here I am sitting in front of my computer (as I have been much of the weekend), and it just occurred to me that this was also the case on Memorial Day weekend. I worked away all day,… Continue reading Labor Day
edits -like haircuts- begin with sharp edges
Listening to Joanna Newsom-- Ys. I woke suddenly at 6:30 this morning and almost had trouble returning to sleep. But it didn’t last. (That trouble is one that never lasts with me. Not in the morning, anyway,) In one dream, the cabin we were in was derelict and decrepit and had no glass in the… Continue reading edits -like haircuts- begin with sharp edges
summer.
For the moment I seem to’ve lost my hellbent verve for fixing, building and decorating. The last big project is the bathroom; replace the warped ceiling panel, tidy up the poorly-grouted tiles, and re-trim and hang some ill-cut moulding. Not as fun as some of the other things, but I will aim to work on… Continue reading summer.
Time Travel
As I am wont to do now and again, I've just gone back two years or more by reading the entries of this blog. And just came across an entry that kinda' killed me. I'll repeat only these two sentences: What a distress it all feels sometimes, this life. While I dare not wish for… Continue reading Time Travel
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