Saturday, April 29, 2017

Thursday, April 27, 2017


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

Wednesday, April 26, 2017


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

Monday, April 24, 2017


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

Sunday, April 23, 2017


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

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Friday, April 21, 2017


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

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017


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

Monday, April 17, 2017


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

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Saturday, April 15, 2017


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


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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.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

2 new tunes

Soldier's Joy and June Apple, both a hoot to play. Getting good!

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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Monday, April 10, 2017


Harriet made downsizing progress this morning. Great!


Seattle has the worst record in MLB. Nowhere to go but up.

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Sunday, April 9, 2017


Can't hold 5 run lead in 9th. Jeez.


I have no desire to write, despite some projects in mind, and this is a first. Two reasons, I think. My conclusion that literature matters little in this culture, so writing is like pissing into the wind. And, probably more significantly, my best writing is behind me. I cannot imagine writing better than SODOM or FAMILY CLIMATE, to mention fiction and drama. So why add to an archive that's already huge and seldom looked at? What's the point?

Fortunately I have energy for something else, which is getting good at clawhammer and jazz ukulele. New books coming, a vigorous study program shaping up, and I definitely need to engage it. Otherwise all I do around here is wait between meals. Eating, eating, eating. Beginning to feel like a curse.

I might put together a formal show. Or two. A new ukulele version of my Guthrie show, and a new show about roots music. We'll see. Be practicing on a regular basis, and long, is the first step.

The apartment is still a cluttered mess. Harriet is impossible. She leaves for a few days to go to a wedding and I plan to haul tons to storage in her absense, then duck at her anger upon return.

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Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Sounded great this morning. Time for new songs.

Monday, April 3, 2017


I don't think H is capable of downsizing. Her kids will deal with her stuff by default after she passes. Very unfortunate. It restricts our retirement options in major ways. I don't like it at all. But I see nothing to do about it. Bummer.

Sunday, April 2, 2017


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R.I.P. Yevtushenko

A Russian poet whose readings in soccer stadiums drew over one hundred thousand. Not in America.