Packen up my cares and woes

Bye Bye blackbird. as much as I hate packing and with such few viable resources ya'd think I'd be blue. Nope, some one else will have to sing that song.

let Neco say it

My little cone head

some big narly tom cat bit her on the butt. I got him good with the garden hose with the high powered swirty nossle. But not before he inflicted the bite from hell. Poor little Lucy Blue.

book making

This is my book making class. the last book cue was what plans did we have for the summer. So my plan was well why not go big time, I would save the world. I incorporated oil price rhetoric, eating food grown close to home, global warming, a little laminated pull out superman. Every one looked a bit spooked. So this book, well the cue was "HOT". I decided to be a little less nebulous and stay on the straight and narrow of hot, hence chilies.

in love with love

she wore diamond crusted stilettos

as she walked on the edge

of her mercurial nature

rings in her navel

to keep from busting apart

with a raven on her shoulder

to preen her golden hair

the tarot cards told of the future

and the future was amazing as

she took the king of twilight for a lover

in the light of waxing gibbous moon

between her breasts her heart was leaping

he reached out to reign it in.

the angels sang a glorious song

and the harpies dropped to their knees

what a fine young dream

for the woman as old as romance

I may half to rob a bank or something

Wasn't me that barfed on the floor. Go yell at your dog.

rogue hollyhock

walk in the woods

nite of the hippie moon

mmmmm what a delightful night.

My mind is like a siv

You know, one of those things we all drain our spaghetti with. Just thought I'd throw that in. Can't remember what I was going to write tonight.

I'm house sitting so I can't upload my pictures to the house's computer. Now that mine is tried down to a 40 lb. CRT monitor, mobility isn't an option.

I did find a shop to put all my chakra balancing necklaces in. It's a book store so I can see how that might be an up hill battle to take any $ home. I'm also taking a bookmaking class. Like, not those kind of books. Bound books. Cool, I say. another crafty fun thing to do. But wheres the money in it I ask. Ideas abound. But marketing might be a bit more tricky.

I have to say that I am certainly feeling better now being 2 and 1/2 months off of interferon. The BF has only thrown me out once this month. I mean last month. I guess if I stretch my imagination a bit (not to hard for me)I could call that a plus in my life. Maybe a mini plus. but I'll take 'em any way I can get 'em.

Pussy poem

Cats whiskers must have been ringing

the feline flash flew off the kitchen table

out the flap, flap, flap, cat door

dove patrol no doubt, her duty to catdom

sleuthing out those feather dusters.

Her head cocked left

blue shards watching

only the metronome in her tail

alive

before the moment of decisive action

erupting in a Vesuvius of downy delight.

No where to go but up

A friend gave me an old (not to old) CRT monitor. works great. I can lift it, that was the main criteria. Need a different cable to hook up my HDTV to the affair. And I need to pluck it off the wall where it hangs about six inches from the ceiling.

And wouldn't ya know, now the laptop monitor is working again. If you squeeze it about two inches in from the left and two inches up from the bottom it works but, can you imagine how much fun it is to type with one hand on the keyboard and the other FIRMLY attached to the screen. HMM I think it needs a bit of glue inside. or alot of glue. I'll call Dell with all my wisdom and see what they will charge me.

I can hear them laughing now, in England English with Indian from India overtones. And me with brain fog, unable to spit out three quarters of the words needed to explain the almost indescribable situation.

But I still like the big screen idea the best. Not very portable. glad it didn't sell in the liquidation of my shit that has been occurring lately.

My latest necklace. Silver buffalo and beads, denim lapis beads, and glass beads. sweet.

Whine

I just got back from the Valley of the Sun and will I was there, my cumputer screens bottom 1/3 decided it was no longer apart of the screen team. It secesseded Friday night in my motel room just as I was trying to hook into the high speed. OOOOOOOOO I'm home now on the BF's sons 12" laptop. It's really sweet. Guess I can hook mine up to my 38 inch HDTV up on the wall. Not very portable but at least I can look at my shit in the my documents file.

I'm bummed to say the least. my live really is hooked into my cumputer. All my photoshop stuff and the pictures. Just got a free trial to corel painter. Thats so FUN. Might alll look good on the 38 inch screen. When I get the energy to hook it up. Hope I still have a cable. Had a little house cleaning day last week and thru alot of stuff away. Less to pack when I figure out how to move.

It rained the whole time I was in Phoenix. Thought I might have took a wrong turn and had ended up in Oregon. I trying writing (to entertain myself) but I can't think so well without a keyboard at my fingertips. my hand writing sucks. I can't spell either. So annoying.

But I have lot's of beads. Need to get ready for the farmers market in July. Have one commissioned to do in the next week. And I was going to put them on the web again. We'll see.

Never a spare moment in the daily battle of Armageddon

Barbie

I saw the sign

Yard sale, all must go

Including me it turned out

being uncommitted to time

and in the spending way

And then I saw

my heart skipped a beat

in a box of other forgotten pastiche

cheap at 50 cents

poor tossed to the curb "Barbie"

in a hell of a fix

She looked like the end of the bender

in her torn see-though lingerie

hair a disheveled disaster

So how, dear friends,

could I pass up Barbie in that box

of nuts and bolts

after all she had done for me

in the angst of childhood

crooning over my flat chest

she told me someday, these would be yours

Barbie Boobs, thank god thought I.

So I gave the guy two quarters

and quickly left the scene for home

gave her a spa day in the sink

mended her tattered undees

and stitched her a chenille bathrobe

She can be house mouse Barbie for awhile

In the potted plant

Cinderella among roses

Move over Betsy Wetsy,

there’s a new doll in town

Are you #12

Just a few facts link.

Just like science fiction

It's just like ground hog day

I'm taking one class and it's kick'n my ass.

early Gary Snyder

The Rabbit
A grizzled black-eyed rabbit showed me

irrigation ditches, open paved highway,
white line
to the hill.
bell chill blue jewel sky
banners
Banner clouds flying,
The mountains all gathered,
juniper trees on the flanks
cone buds,
the snug bark scale
in thin powder snow
over rock scrabble, pricklers, boulders,
pines and junipers,
singing.
The trees all singing.

The mountains are singing
To gather the sky and the mist
to bring it down snow-breath
ice-banners,
and gather it water
Sent from the singing peaks
flanks and folds
Down arroyos and ditches by highways the water
The people to use it, the
mountains and juniper
Do it for men,

Said the rabbit.

First published in Poetry, March 1968. © Gary Snyder

Greyhounds & the ghost

Just a little something

After the Movie by Marie Howe My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie. He says that he believes a person can love someone and still be able to murder that person. I say, No, that's not love. That's attachment. Michael says, No, that's love. You can love someone, then come to a day when you're forced to think "it's him or me" think "me" and kill him. I say, Then it's not love anymore. Michael says, It was love up to then though. I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word. Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the murderous heart. I say that what he might mean by love is desire. Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it? We're walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say to him. Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at someone you want to eat and not eat them. Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby. Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to live in purgatory. Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight. I can't drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I've just bought— again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from the hole the flip top made. What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says. But what I think he's saying is "You are too strict. You are a nun." Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things of me even if he's not thinking them? Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder. Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen, we both know the winter has only begun.

I think he's worried about things. Pete's a funny guy.