Sunday, July 11, 2004
went to church this morning in
the old gym... stuffy on plastic chairs with about forty football
players... who don't seem to know the words... but they were off
to volunteer their time and work in a good cause all day... so...
the words'll come... soon enough
what happened to the ... over at fyp...
i gradually suddenly moved away from ... because the single .
made more sense and looks... healthier... for now... in poems
... just got old... and redundant but will almost certainly show
up again... now and then.
Saturday, July 10, 2004
finally posted... Post
Road Magazine: Issue #8 | Spring/Summer, 2004
... with some
samples from the magazine...
yesterday before the rain the sky took
an unusual shape... the clouds i mean of course... striations...
what looked like long silky strings... these lines that rolled
and curved like a two-dimensional wave... worth watching for a
long while until they turned into an ordinary shower...
they don't show up so well here...
you'll just have to take my word... don't recall ever seeing such
dom & i had a great visit & dinner last
evening with sr. grace henneberry...
looked like a black crawfish... perfect...
on the path.. so i nudged it back into the grass with my foot...
i should have just picked it up with my fingers... can't remember
the last time i handled even a worm... i need to start touching
always... always... liked red grooms...
New York Times > Thomas Hoving reviews 'Red Grooms': The Man
Who Makes a Ruckus of New York
(free registration probably
required)The young artist
may or may not have come across Claes Oldenburg's killer call
''for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap and still
comes out on top. . . . I am for an art that takes its form from
the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates
and splits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet
and stupid as life itself.'' But it was Grooms who best realized
Friday, July 09, 2004
Angeles Times - Obituaries - Dr. Craig Laurence Weaver
: Weaver, Dr. Craig Laurence
Born Dec. 22, 1953 in Long Beach, CA. Died July
3, 2004. A life long resident of Long Beach, Dr. Weaver was a
well loved husband and father and a respected dentist practicing
in Los Alamitos. A graduate of UCLA and Northwestern University
Dental School, he was active in Los Altos Little League and built
the League Clubhouse facility in El Dorado Park. The Craig L.
Weaver field was named in his honor. Survivors include his wife
Pamela and his three children Kelly Murphy (Greg), Casey, and
Kristen. Mother Marilyn Miller (Vern), brothers Curt, Cory, Cliff
Weaver, step brothers Jon and Jerry Miller. Remembrance Service
will be held at El Dorado Park baseball field at 2pm, Monday July
12. Bring your own chair. In lieu of flowers donations may be
made to Wilson Baseball, 4400 E. 10th St. Long Beach, CA 90804
Attn: Andy Hall.
Published in the Los Angeles
Times on 7/9/2004.
i'm not in love with any book right now...
and this bothers me...
Noses Stuck in Books in America, Survey Finds
)"We should be alarmed,
I suppose, but the horse has long since run out of the barn. There
are two distinct cultures that have evolved, and by far the smaller
is the one that's tied up with book and high culture. You can
get through American life and be very successful without anybody
ever asking you whether Shylock is an anti-Semitic character or
whether `Death in Venice' is better than `The Magic Mountain.'
Thursday, July 08, 2004
and o... the wild bergamot is back...
murray's tex files
has got me thinking about school again...
and it's a good feeling... i just might steal some of this...
And then we did a lesson
by reading and discussing Langston Hughes's 'Theme for English
B' (poem posted below)--as an example of argument, especially
for its flexible rhetorical use of assumptions that resonate as
two-way/give-take--like a form of dialogue yet more since it weaves
multiple perspectives into its themes and argument.
cool enough for ya? ... needed
a sweatshirt for the walk this morning... an excellent blue morning
full of birds and bunnies and wild flowers... my knee is slowly
getting back to some kind of shape... i hope... it's still kind
of iffy on the inclines... dom now weighs officially two pounds
less than i do... he tells me to stop eating after dinner... and
he is wise in that... i'll try... but the bugger also sneaks off
to the fitness center after mass... for an extra workout on the
bike or treadmill...
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
after a tiny bit of soul-searching...
i've decided to put This
to sleep... just haven't got the energy... focus...
will-power... whatever... to keep it going as it should have been
this may lead to some
different use of this present blug... we'll see...
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
sad news from mom that my nephew Greg's
father-in-law died suddenly this morning... prayers for everyone...
tomorrow is v. m.'s birthday... if you
haven't visited the most excellent Mayakovsky
and His Circle
... do it right now... or real soon... to celebrate
this cloud in trousers
sitting here in wonder... at the clash...
and sandinista!... when was it... 80? and it holds up to
the times... these times pretty well... musically... and politically...
and there's so much of it... to hear... and dance
Monday, July 05, 2004
the boats came...
and there were fireworks...
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