13.11.2006 – we walked an hour across pula to a finger into the sea. (see foto above). sat on a rock beach in the sun. then took the bus back… and back… and beyond back. it didn’t go where the map showed it did. at end of line on opposite side of pula they made us get off. got on the next bus after showing the driver where we wanted to go on the map. he said yes. and we started the same wrong route all over again going back back and beyond. got off halfway thru and walked where we wanted.
this morning going TO the city we consulted the schedule FROM the city – so got to the bus stop at 9 a.m. for 9:40 bus.
today i timed the bus from my yesterday goof where we got off a village early…. bus took 5 minutes for what took us 40 minutes to walk – bus travels 8 times faster than feet. while we were walking it, kathy brushed my crotch with her hand, so i grabbed hers from behind – not knowing there was a young man and woman behind us on silent bicycles. the guy kept peering back as they went ahead.Â
in a sedate, quiet, upscale pula bookstore, someone was playing aggressive angry rap, with every other word being mother-f~cker. i look at the middle class middle-aged lady behind the counter and realize she doesn’t understand english, has no idea what the words say. i’m not against rap – have some decent public enemy, among others. but it’s like accordion music – 1% fantastic, 99% crap. think it was neil young who said rap was short for crap. of course, most rock and pop and movies and books are crap too. basically 1% of all creative output each year is genius, the other 99% excremental filler. this has been true since before shakespeare. it’s misleading, cuz each year we add the great 1% to the accumulated previous years 1%, and we have quite a stash that makes us think there’s a lot of good stuff being done.
today’s walk was aborted by dogs – friendly dogs. wee bit down the lane, 2 dogs started barking. small brown one darted out from under the fence. large black one jumped on top of the fence, barked, jumped down at us. thought oh-oh – but it was all wagging tails and leg rubbing. they decided to walk with us. once in the next village, dogs behind fences barked angrily, and a third one joined us. we were on a small highway and it was getting to be too much worrying about causing someone else’s dogs to get hit, so we turned back. lured them back into their place, and walked on. they reappeared. so we waited until they passed our place, i opened our fence gate just enough for us, dashed thru, closed it, and we ran and hid behind the house so they couldn’t see us. told kathy this proves we’re smarter than dogs. soon as i said that, they rejoined us.
sitting on a terrace in the village looking down to the adriatic sea, or sitting on the beach watching the waves roll in, or looking over the meditterranean houses climbing the pula hills in their soft shades of green, blue, orange, yellow, lavender, cream, i think how lucky i am to see and experience these things. my life is richer for them, my mind fuller, my creative pools deeper. but, as lucifer said, where ever you go, there you are. actually he said (in milton’s paradise lost) that ‘myself am hell’ because even heaven was hell for him since he wasn’t #1 – god was – he’d rather be #1 in hell than #2 in heaven. who wants to be #2? it brings to mind visions of toilet paper. my problem is i’m lazy. once the creative juice kicks in, i can go forever. but studying or learning or just working or starting something new… that’s a chore. i’ve been using music and movies and books and grass to fill in the spaces between inspiration, and i don’t have those here. if i’m not creating or walking or talking with kathy, i just have me in my head looking at me in my head. i get tired of me. trouble is, no one else i want to be, or can be. drives me buggy, sometimes.
