today i sat in room 505 while the yearbook staff worked on their pages. the yearbook staff is trying to finish the book. they have - almost all of them - already graduated. they are technically done with carmel high school... but here they are making layouts, cropping pictures, wondering if junior is capitalized or not... or when... they stopped to eat pizza for lunch and then went back to the work... and i sat... most of the time.

i was sitting at the main desk in front of a laptop bound to the internet. i was reading email and writing a bit of it. i was blogging... posted two pieces with minor good bits... but mostly confusion... i was reading stuff on the web... other blogs. do you know how much stuff is out there? there's a lot of stuff out there... but everyone in the world is not blogging... yet... have you seen the massive lists of links that accompany most blogs? who reads all of these? on one or two i find my own place listed. who reads this stuff? who cares enough to bother? god bless them...

out there on the web... there's some good stuff... beautiful even... i especially like giornale nuovo which often hunts down strange, gorgeous old things to show us... and amaze... and there's in a dark time where loren reads poetry as if it were a new color worth using on a wall, a face, a soul... and eeksy-peeksy peels back a few inches of the ordinary... there's an exotic new place... inside a few words... and more... all over...

so i sat doing this... not feeling so bad for sitting because i'd taken a good walk this morning... even out into the chilly june dawn... and now i'm sitting here saying this... listening to dock boggs wail out the false-hearted lover's blues... thinking about books that need reading... that are begging to be read... and thinking that i will accommodate them... in my own good time... riches everywhere...

i sit swamped in books... also... because i had to empty my classroom... i carted the poetry books home... now a literal mountain on my desk... i meant to shelve them last night... but i didn't... the film books wait downstairs in boxes... i'll store them next door... once the polish kids move out...

Though I sit down now, the time will come when you will hear me.

Benjamin Disraeli

 

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