Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
SPRING: 19 Jamál (16 May) Last day of Beauty Weather where I am: 67º. Weather where my friend Jan is: 58º. Weather in Maracaibo, Venezuela: 91º. Day of Loftiness of the month of Beauty Today is the end of the month of Beauty. Tomorrow begins Grandeur and just happens to be the national holiday in Norway. Lots of flag-waving and singing "Ja, vi elsker dette landet". Which has a melody similar to our alma mater song here at K.U., btw. Today's entry will be short. I met with Mary Klayder and with Jeanette and Krista and will meet with Kathleen this Thursday and Krista again next Tuesday. So, I've accomplished something. Called Jan to find a phone number and some info I need. Mention Emporia and I get flack! Which means I need to find out who here at WDC lives in Emporia. I know I know; just can't remember squat today. Dayna Carleton and Kent Hayes both feel it would be a mistake. Mary mentioned a Poetry class at K.U. this summer I should take. The level doesn't matter much; I've probably written more than an entire class combined! Good teacher, though and that matters. Leg is bothering me more and I'm pooped. So, I need to find some sun-and-shade and go relax. READING "60 Cent Coffee & a Quarter to Dance" by Judy Jordan. 50 page poem about being homeless while working in a Greek restaurant. Quite well written, but not for the easily offended. "Watching for Signs" by Ann Joyce, of Ireland. I really liked 'September Orchard', 'Ripened Fruit', A Wish for My Father'. Lyrical and peaceful (the parts I got to read so far). "Songs of Kabir", trans. by Tagore. 15th century poet from India. Difficult to totally grasp in translation, but liked LXVI, XLIII, XXXIV, XXIV. IMAGES The robin's chirp from the branch above; the gurgle of fountain below. The flutter of mourning dove-wing; the oak leaf litter. Tight wrapped buds of persimmon; rabbit running through the still-soft thorns of the barberry patch. A bluesy poem sketched on the 14th as Owen and Jeannie were snoozing it off ... Owen and Jeannie they got up this morning and went to work got up and went to work on a bottle of vodka that did not last they drank it to the last now down on the floor, all snuggled they snore down on the floor they snore and won't get up till another is poured nope, won't get up till its poured [163.117] |