Showing posts with label mood me myself i. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mood me myself i. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Afterglow

Yesterday was a good good day on all fronts. Warm and sunny and springy.

Got my Amazon order-- Jan Beatty's new book Red Sugar is marvelous. Just knock you back on your heels good. Also got the new REM album, Accelerate. Much better to me than their last couple of albums. I love "I'm Gonna DJ." Also the new Gnarls Barkley. I'm saving that one to listen to when I roadtrip to Baltimore at the end of the week.

In honor of NaPoWrithe Month, I revised an essay and some poems. I'm not really generating new material. I did enough of that at the end of last year into the beginning of this year. I'm just trying to work every day on old stuff and see how it fits.

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It was especially good yesterday because I got to spend time with Aaron and Irene. Seeing Aaron twice in the same year is like some extra bonus karma. Seeing Irene is always delightful. The luxury of talking about poems and life and all that stuff for several hours in her sunny front room is just simply perfect.

Driving home in the afternoon I was thinking about the fact that I'm genuinely lucky. The most important people in my life have been part of my life for about 15 years. There's a sort of luxury in that--the long abiding affection, the sense of knowing someone, the surprise and pleasure at seeing them grow into themselves.


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Happiness




Is it awful to be happy when a loathed coworker quits? Call me awful.

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Some fun webjunk: http://www.jacksonpollock.org/ .

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Aaron has some fun Youtube up. Now if I could only find Jennifer Garner being accosted by Gary Busey. You know the Oscars sucked when the best shit happened on E!.

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I've had this song stuck in my head for the last couple of days. Enjoy a little Tuesday morning Tori. It was either this or "Midnight at the Oasis."


Wednesday, June 13, 2007

This Biz We Call Po'

This week has been crazy and good lord it's only Wednesday. It's been a cycle of work, home, rehearsal, home. No real time to do more than cursory reads of blogs or news or email. I feel dreadfully uninformed. But I've been jotting down random lines and images like crazy. I've taken to carrying a pocket sized notebook and pen(cil) with me at work. It always seems to happen this way--I get a block of unoccupied time and I think: great, I'll write and work on some poems. The time comes, I sit down, nothing comes. When I'm seriously overprogrammed though, that's when the new work starts pouring out. I'm not complaining, mind...just noting.

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Poems have found homes. Huzzah. More info. once I know more myself. I'm very pleased, one is an oldy that I've always loved but was never sure of.