i tell myself lies. latest is i endure this homeless road weariness for four more months, then we’ll have our own chicago permanant base place where i can relax and examine the journey. but once we stop moving, we start from point zero creating a new personal life and a new poetry life and a new art life in a new city from scratch. life’s complicated, especially when winging it – there’s no rest this side of death.
last time i started from zero was moving to cleveland ohio 30 years ago…
or maybe 13 months ago when lady k and i disposed of our stuff and left the country with what we could carry on our backs. less than zero, more than most.
i once had an art show titled Sacred Lies – Love, Truth, Honor, Family. i described sacred lies as “the lies we tell ourselves to help us go on, the lies we need to believe to keep us from killing ourselves, or others.” but now, i believe in love, and with lady have family – so i guess some lies aren’t lies after all.
