Saturday, April 29, 2017

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Rye


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Morning

My best part of day. Baking bread, make breakfsst, morning Ms game ... then to get through rest of day.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Night

Stressful day. Glad it's over. Bake in morning, try to get grounded.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Eager

... to start rehearsing the script. Doing something I know how to do (for a change).

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Celebration

Finished draft of NATURE WINS last night. Polish and time it today.

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Friday, April 21, 2017

Sun

The sun! Really energizing. But rain tomorrow ...

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Poem

my fragility frightens me

I who has weathered storms
now crumble at a mere sneeze
of resistance

it's as if my will
has given up

as if Camus were wrong
and the struggle itself
will not fill a man's heart

it's as if all the questions
without answers
were not worth asking

and no ending justifies
anything

Monday, April 17, 2017

Update

Feeling good, despite kinks in my smoother goals. Ukulele progressing superbly. A project to create and rehearse. Busy with something other than the household mess.

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Project

Found 2 others ready for a theater project here. Will now make it happen.

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Poem

Let my old age
be filled with wonder

first at Nature
in all variety

next at ourselves
the human contradiction

creative and cruel
our own worst enemy

It was Pascal who said
our troubles begin
because we can't sit quietly
in an empty room

Amen

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Poem

How did old age
become so different
from all the ways
I imagined it?

Was it too extreme
to fantasize a quiet
life as a respected
old writer?

Nowhere in the fantasy
were the feelings
of irrelevance
of neglect
of impotence
that I feel today
in the picture.

How wrong I was.
How invisible I am.
I am not even here.
You are imagining me.

Good morning

Sketch's chair.