one of the christian persuasion, i hope yr day was full of light
& grace ... happy easter
just back from mom's ... the road jammed up way south of joliet
& stayed that way until just a bit north ... then i sailed home
in the rain & found a cat ... waiting
music that helped me cope with the slow road: stuff
by the hives, dylan, townes van zandt, chess blues, & the radioa
wendell berry interview
mom's & meg's ... a bright sunny ride to the tunes of ... highway
61 revisited (bd), speakerboxx(outkast), time out of mind(bd),
conversations with myself(bill evans) ... not far out of petersburg
a beautiful young deer lying dead in the bright spring grass
rain knocked down all these things from the trees ... i used to
think they were casings from the leafbuds ... but at close range
they turn out to be flowers ...
so many tiny
red flowers they turn the roof all bloody & threaten to clog the
drains ... so someone ... not me ... must go out & up with a broom
saying ... don't you love it when people SAY that ...that i've
got a soft spot (in my head) for poets of the flarfish persuasion
... so if i were not the semiquasi-luddite that i may be ... if
i were some other kind of person in some other life ... but still
had this rude flarfic tendency ... i'd hop on a bi-plane & scuttle
on over to nyc for this: Flarf
Festival April 20-22 at Medicine Show in NYC
... but no ..
pome is pleasantly published at The
... and i'm honored & surprised to be there
with rik george
was one of the earliest friendly contacts i had at the start of
my internet adventures many years ago ... impressed by the quality
and quantity of his poetry ... and the generosity of his spirit
... what might be the odds that of all poetry online the marauder
would pluck us out for this same edition? it's a funny world ...
is my mom's ... our mom's ... birthday ...Happy Birthday,
what follows is
a version of stuff i've written elsewhere before ... on other
april 12s ... so it's recycled ... but it's also still what i'm
really thinking ...
is one of the best people in the world ... i love her a lot ...
sometimes a close or casual observer might not be able to tell
... but ...
ever since somewhere
around my eighteenth birthday, i've lived far away from her ...
but she has always been with me ... sometimes i forgot ... thoughtless
guy that i am ... sad to say ... some days i became so wrapped
up in my own stuff that i'd get up in the morning and go to sleep
at night without a conscious thought of her ... so why am i guessing
that not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of me ... even
just a little ... i don't know what it's like to have a kid ...
i sure don't know what it's like to have ten kids ... just what
it's like to be one ... of the ten ... but i know that i've been
loved by somebody every day of my life ... not just as one of
the ten but as me ... myself ... one of a kind ... and that has
made all the difference ...
say that one of the joys of parenthood is the gift of watching
your children grow, change, become, go up, go down, swing all
around. and i'm sure they're right. but this is also the child's
joy, to see the parent shift and bend and grow and become (in
the best of cases ... in mom's case) utterly beautiful with use.
thanks for everything, mom. happy
Protean fields of production
... not unlike my own purest
selves no doubt