Saturday, May 19, 2018

May 16, 2018

Since my old friend Rick Feldman, from the days of SDS, came to see me a few weeks ago I"ve had fresh new eyes to look at on how things go on here now in this place. I'm developing problems with some of the little old residends I care about the  most because of dwelling on problems I had with a lot of close friends years ago that had never been resolved -- not just between me and one couple, as I had thought, but among what Rick termed "affinity groups" of people, all of whom belonged to SDS. 

Thursday, May 10, 2018

May 10, 2008

Every day I sit here in my room and play songs on my my guitar as part of my struggle to "keep" going"  in this place where people like me but don't understand where I've come from. 

The article I read by bill ayes this morning about the memorials in Alabama - going thru the whole history of opprssion of black people, illustrates why I play songs of freedom every day.

Here's  one that touches my heart: "No more aution bock o'er me, no! more, no more! Many thoundand gone.

No more lynching over me, no more no more. Many thousand gone."

I want to thank Bill again for having put something out to the movevent that captures our souls.  (This is the first chance I've had to write what he put in my copy of Demand the Impossible. "David.  Comrade.friend, brother -- keep moving forward! Joy and Justice, Bill Ayers.) 

Monday, May 7, 2018

May 7, 2008

Despite having written the long paragraph below, I still intend, of course, to overcome my writers block and get back to writing about serious social and political matters. 


Several years ago I wrote a great deal of stuff in Wordperfect, intendending to edit it later and publish it on the Blogg. If I could learn how to rerieve it, sort through and choose what's worthwhile, it would be good.  


May 7, 2008

The story below about attending the PEN retreet is there because I finally came to terms with ending the stuggle about putting on events from my past, to create a picture of what my life was like -- not just instanstances but how they made me feel. I don't want to write a "history" of my life in Lynn here on this Blogg. I want to give people a "feel" for what my life was like by descibing events, thoughts, interactions -- that shaped my experience, that brought me joy and pain.

Saturday, May 5, 2018

May 5, 2008

(Later the same day.) 

The story below is actually the first thing I've written on the Blogg about an incident in my life -- except "How I Met Joan Baez." I want to show how creative I've always been -- how so much of the time my "Art" has been enbedded in my daily life. 
May 5, 2008

Again, today, I'm reading an article about unionization of charter schools. I've always supported unions; believe in public education; support community control of the schools, and I like the growing movement of alliances between groups of paremts and teachers striking for better quality education.

Thinking about this brings to mind a story from my life in the past that hardly seems could have been true. Not long after coming home to Ann  Arbor in 1977, I came across the Progressive Educators Network, because I was looking for networks to affiate with. I went on their weekend retreet. It was a strange exerience. I felt out place - like "all these people are professionals, and I'm not." They all have Master's degrees in Education, and teach College. I have a Masters, but not in Education - - I had taught one college class (I forget I'm 32, there are many years  ahead).

Why had I been so hard on myself? I become mentally ill. I was going through a process of "Baby steps" to become stable. I had been a professional in Lynn and a Networker. It was important to "expose myself" to a group like this. As it turned out, the group wasn't right for me . But there was also the issue of self-denegrenigration that I've been working working on in Therapy for all these years.


Friday, May 4, 2018

Noone will allow me (or, I can't allow myself), to play at work or work at play, to be a thousand dfferent people every day.                      
To sing songs of struggle, fashion tools of joy, to live in every moment, not as man nor boy, but just a crazy fool.
Who knowsthis prescious secret: see who has the power, know who makes the rules, recognizes the wise are often labeled fools.  
Friday, May 4 2008

John liked the lines of poetry I recited this morning. I've been stuggling for years put poetry on here. Emily came in; I asked if she'd read  a few. She said this is the on she likes:

                                  April Fool

I want to be an actor on a stage of make believe. 

Where I can run, and laugf, and play and magic stories weave.

---No! No! No! That's just a flight of fancy; you know that's not the way. It has to be in the humdrum every day. 






Thursday, May 3, 2018

Thurs., May 2, 2008

2 points:  

 1) people are running around all over themselves to say how handsome I am. Nobody can understand when I say I never wanted to conform. 

 2) I still have to deal with staff telling me, I"m sorry, I have to get back to work now." Right now, it means most to me because it has more to do with the time I have to spend with our Administrator, Emily, before she leaves for good toomorroww.