Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
SPRING: 8 'Azamát (24 May) Weather where I am: 87º and warming up. Weather where the Sabres play tonight: 66º and Spring-like. Weather in Kampala, Uganda: 70º this evening and comfortable. I wrote Chalaedra (edited): I'm working on getting my car moveable, some place to put it, getting it tags and insurance, a replacement social security card, new driver's license, applying to school, FAFSA, a whole long laundry list. Met with Krista today. Saw Jessica yesterday (where my car is). Don is supposed to get tire fixed for me. Carole and I spoke briefly about selling chapbooks last night. I see Arnell on Thursday. See Krista again next Tuesday. This level of activity is good in a way. So much needs to be worked on. How am I doing? Exhausted, worn out and not well. And not accomplishing much; but, doing a bit and maybe making progress. Avapro for my blood pressure should help, but staying here is seldom good. Last night was a zoo. Sooooooo, I guess one would say ... not too bad. (to Chalaedra's question 'how was I doing'.) IMAGES Silver leaves of the lamium; 'money' growing on the honesty; scent of the last yellow irises; pink yarrow; yellow sedum and oxalis; purple dame's rockets; the blue-violet bells of tradescantia. I gather the silky petals of the pale rose, view the tomatoes setting on the stalks, see a robin flying off with twigs and a squirrel feeding near dead flesh. Last night: a dead bird in the alley where I had held one two days ago. Black ripe mulberries. READING A Wisconsin poet, John Lehman, "Shorts". Amy Lowell, "Pictures of a Floating World" (1919). After reading Amy Lowell's short poem 'A Shower', today, I sketched this: A tumble In the crash around the rink you both fly, he the cup, you the saucer, skimming over the hard cold plate. Nothing breaks. Ice glistens around his face. I hear your laughter. [163.152] |