I really want to stick with yesterdays poem for the remainder of the weekend.
find that here: poem to Richard Daley
Today we shifted a lot of rock around the yard. Tomorrow I will do little as this has left me in visceral agony. I intend to complete my study into the psychology of Gerog Trakl tomorrow, I am tied to this poet though his malady and mine are different and of different intensity. The question remains - is good poetry only written after the poet has suffered the break - the full force of his/her psychosis if there is one. I believe no but there is an overwhelming amount of evidence suggesting that I am wrong.
I will continue to work on part two and post some of it on Monday if it is ready, If it is not I will post something else.
I use to leave milk and cheese out for the neighborhood cats when I was about 6. I didn't know then that it was bad for them or that the raccoons were the ones probably eating it.