July 23, 2014

Not the movie… I had to read Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s Her because Ferlinghetti is still alive. Ferlinghetti who Kerouac called Smiler in Big Sur and insisted that even Smiler would die someday. Kerouac in the ground nearly fifty years now and Smiler still alive, still of this world. Ferlinghetti’s Her which Kerouac wrote “…is very good, […]

May 1, 2008

There’s an underlying tension that becomes necessary when the poet reaches a certain age and realizes that things happen, utterly, and without violence or turbulence but rather mom’s sublime decisiveness… the thing is sad, maybe, but also hopeful, confident, full of plans which are made not oblivious to the rules but wholly conscious of them […]

January 28, 2008

I told my friend today, I’m not sure what I’m more upset about : that time’s going so fast, or that I’m still surprised by time going so fast. i’m canning our accountant first of the quarter he no longer knows where a half-hour goes just throws them away with his uncanny ledgering for the […]

November 18, 2005

What a month. I can’t remember a more intensely packed 3 weeks than the three which just ended tonight. I believe the word is Phew, that old blow which describes the endgame satisfaction of the pugilist who’s a bit too boxed out to celebrate. It started with an upgrade of our contact management database from […]

October 30, 2005

So the clock turned back last night. Instead of 10 o’clock it’s 9 o’clock. This is the way life should be – out late last night, drunken midnight artistry, then up early and at the farmer’s market where they were setting up all bleary eyed and I bought flowers, good Julian apples and the last […]