a couple things.
back home after being on the road for a week.
was in minnesota and san francisco for worky work
and then stayed in san francisco for pleasure.

the cats are happy to see me.
could it be that i am just a feeding machine?
i would say yes... but for the big love and purrs that i got last night.

and now i am dealing with the reality of the office
only one hour away..

visited city lights book store in sf with the lovely ms. robinson
and picked up Suttree by Cormac McCarthy and got about a third way through it on the flight home.
dreamy southern writing, words flowing like a dirty river
rhyme and reason seem dropped and i am not sure where the book is going but the ride is fantastic
though somewhere in the back of my mind i know that i have read this before.

Also picked up Beside the Shadblow Tree by Hayden Carruth which is a memoir of James Laughlin.
if you do not know who these cats are you should. This is one of the most beautiful life accounts that i have ever read
and i am a biography junkie. the world of poetry would not be what it became without the influence of these.

if you are interested you should also read Suicide and Jazzers by Carruth and the anything by Laughlin


and just for fun i will leave you with these. they are mine, but wouldn't be without the braintouchmindlick of the above mentioned fellows:

icarus 1

Wary of defeat
and in some dread doubt
of his strength
he flew off the edge
of reason

"I often wonder
over these words
I dream of
rhyme and rhythm
I dream of flow and
simple stones
that glimmer and glow
and perceptions
beyond percieving"

I have been tumbled
by one no better
than myself.
devious distraction
building some feather castle
lighter than air
delight divine.


icarus 3

of some vision of icarus
i share and my great wingspan
stretches to meet warring directions
tattered and dripping feathers and wax

i soar

i shed my hope into the great saphire embrace
of the sea glittering
and reflecting that light of the sun
a lover rushing to meet the one
who offers glory more than this.



good morning,
I go forth to sully the good face of a brand new day,
n.