the great harvest moon rises tonight… it’s time for a bonfire under the red oak tree… i can’t recall the last time i say a full moon, let alone the harvest moon, on this date… think i’ll celebrate by composing sutras with fire…
Month: October 2009
she was going to take me to raleigh for the u2 concert & then we found out how much tickets & hotel & kidlinger-care will cost… i think we’ll be real extravagant & celebrate at dunkin doughnuts…
We don’t take [poets] seriously; we don’t think that poetry can move people to do passionate things. But poets did. Poets could change cultures. Before there was so much contest for people’s attention, poets were the ones who literally brought the news from one place to another, walking from town to town, which is how we got everything to be iambic and memorable and rhymed and metered, because the tradition was oral before it was literary.
these sketchbooks were unearthed not long ago while i was looking for a poetry book by robert pinsky. i used to carry these sketchbooks around everywhere & drew constantly.
listening to an excellent recording of fierrabras, an opera by schubert
the cupboards are empty. the only thing for breakfast is oatmeal. i’m not complaining. could be worse… could be that the only thing left is grits…
woke up this morning with the alice in chains song man in the box running through my head & the memory of loading an alice in chains cd into a denon dual drive dj cd player at wtpt on a sunday morning… that was a long time ago in a city far, far away…
restaurant hostess: hey, there.
me: afternoon…
restaurant hostess: wanna booth?
me: yes, please… for one.
restaurant hostess: will a booth in the back work? i know you usually sit over there. (sho points to a section just off stage right.)
me: a booth in the back will do.
restaurant hostess: it’s always nice to eat at a place where every one knows ya, isn’t it?
(i smile & almost make a reference to cheers but stop — i realize that the hostess was probably born when woody harrelson joined the cast.)
there must be some benefit to taking lunch at 2 pm… but i haven’t found it yet…
dear city of asheville,
thank you for finally letting me out of my own driveway this morning. you can go back to paving the road now.
yeah, it’s after midnight… time to stop designing schtuff & get some analog sleep…
Coffeehouse Junkie 