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found out at the gallery last night while lady was hanging her art show that young poet joseph told the gallery owner he and i had talked and he thought i didn’t think much of 2 major cleveland poet/performers, folk whom i do in fact think much of. odd, i was never involved in poet circle gossip before i left town, so why now on my two month return through to another place.
no problem though, simple misunderstanding, or maybe a mistaken steve identity – the gallery owner will set joseph straight. just shows that even speaking truth isn’t protection against misinformation and misunderstanding.
and just before i find out that bit of nonsense, i finally realize lady’s been telling me in various ways we’re not staying in the u.s. – maybe head to mexico. interesting life i lead here with an interesting wife. gotta admit, mexico or below sounds more adventurous than cold winter chicago. i can learn spanish. lot of places speak spanish in and out of the americas.
on to normal news.
i collect potential poetry or blog lines and keep em in a words2b file in my poetry folder on my computer. just added “the fecal finger of fate” – i can’t use the phrase right now because my life’s on the upside, so i’ll save it for later when it turns darker. been around too long to expect smiles and sun and laughter forever. darkness interspersed appreciates the light.
some more phrases in words2b2 b used include . . .
– babble on Babylon
– the way of weed
– weary, wary, ordinary
– pre-chewed chicken
– aspirin territory
– cyborg sister and her mister
– talking the two ways of water
– mute and nebbish
– practicing for the apocalypse
– all water one water
– let me jump your cables, let me rub your rosary
– purring was my fuzzle wuzzle as she stroked him soft and slow
i reworked reality. sewed the hole in my sweater that the fence bit. ordered a new battery to replace my dead laptop one. should have an extra power cord in our storage unit to replace my dead cord. just purchased a new digital camera to replace my dying one. reality throws bad at me, i fix lemonade and sip along. i’m a reality adjustor – i fine-tune what i can, try to soften the unescapable.
but then, how bad can bad be for me? i’ve got a lovely insane wife friend collaborator, and we have zero debt. of course we also have no house, no bed, no income, few clothes, no vehicle, almost no possessions. no ‘details’.
speaking of details, lady’s spent the night immersed in mexican internet surf. looks like she’s serious.
mañana
foto by smith