Fred, where are you?
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Sunday, June 22, 2025
It's too hot for fun...
Hopefully, mid-week will be tolerable. In the 80s instead of the 90s.
Ann has had ten radiation treatments so far. Another 10-15 to go.
She'll probably re-schedule at least two maybe four.
She's my driver to get me to cataract surgery and back home,
plus the follow-up appointments the day after.
This Thursday is for the right eye then next Monday they'll
do the left eye. I want it done. I want to see better.
I met the surgeon. I like him a lot. We hit it off really well.
He's confident but not cocky. Also is the owner of the clinic.
Thirty or forty years of experience.
Tomorrow I take Carol for her CT scan. She doesn't drive
anymore. Hopefully, they will not see anything concerning.
Gonna be a busy couple of weeks.
Such is life for old folks, eh?
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Jack Kerouac (poem)...
I don't want a job,
a mortgage, or weekend plans.
I want moonlight on my face,
a road with no end,
and a silence that understands me.
(found at urgetocreate.tumbler.com)
holy shit
what a good
lookin' man.
Monday, June 16, 2025
Friday, June 13, 2025
a re-post from 2009...
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
I should be ashamed...
I should be ashamed
having read so little
of so few poets
and nothing at all
of so many more.
they've spent their lives
writing words just for
the likes of me
and I barely know
but a few.
I should be ashamed
to do what I do like
I'm the only one
who has ever done it
when it's mostly been done
already and better and oftener before.
I should be ashamed
and burn my notebooks and
break my pencils and read
what's already been written and
what's being written now.
But I am reading what's being
written now this minute by me
and some others here and
there when I can and
when I want.
I should be ashamed
of thinking about quitting.
someone somewhere might
someday read what
I wrote yesterday or today
and think about writing
what they have to say
in their own way
and another link gets
added to the chain and
another chapter is added
to the story.
I should be ashamed
for doing so little.
But I'm not.
(after reading some Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
having read so little
of so few poets
and nothing at all
of so many more.
they've spent their lives
writing words just for
the likes of me
and I barely know
but a few.
I should be ashamed
to do what I do like
I'm the only one
who has ever done it
when it's mostly been done
already and better and oftener before.
I should be ashamed
and burn my notebooks and
break my pencils and read
what's already been written and
what's being written now.
But I am reading what's being
written now this minute by me
and some others here and
there when I can and
when I want.
I should be ashamed
of thinking about quitting.
someone somewhere might
someday read what
I wrote yesterday or today
and think about writing
what they have to say
in their own way
and another link gets
added to the chain and
another chapter is added
to the story.
I should be ashamed
for doing so little.
But I'm not.
(after reading some Lawrence Ferlinghetti)
