tonight is poetry writing workshop at the flood gallery fine arts center… it’s raining… a prefect evening to soak in poetry & conversation…

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not sure if it was the two advil, reading zen poetry, drinking herbal tea or taking a hot bath… but the horrible pain of monday is gone…

went for a walk into a lovely autumn afternoon & did not take a digital camera to record the fact of what i did…

to run along the river on a lovely fall morning seems such a simple desire, yet unattainable this morning.

i’m not sure if it’s seasonally allergies or maybe i finally succumbed to the virus the rest of the household has been dealing with all week, but i don’t have the energy to run a few miles on such a beautiful day.

One Fast Move or I’m Gone: Kerouac’s Big Sur

the album, the film, the book, & other collectible junk…

remembering the death of jack kerouac…

Bloated, reactionary and guileless, his was a painful and undignified death, brought on my too much drink and dissolute living, played out in the presence of the mother whose apron strings he couldn’t seem to cut, and the wife who didn’t understand him. Venerated by his fans and dismissed by many critics… Kerouac has divided opinion as to his literary merit since his ungainly demise. But has his time finally come round again? (via)

been thinking a lot about jack kerouac recently… his life… his work…

for last few years i’ve had a yearning to visit norway… now i think i’d like to move there… plainclothesman: jaredm: Damn! Look at Norway. Talk about the best of both worlds. National wealth and holiday entitlement Are holidays good … Continue reading

vagile

wordjournal:

adjective • /ˈvædʒɪl/ • wandering; vagrant; free to move about.