Friday, June 15

John  said I'm feeling well this morning. I told him he looked strange when talking with me about the old friends from SDS. He said it was my perception. Comrades, no time for friendsip - caused hard feelings. (John says, at the time). 

Saturday, June 9, 2017

Who can believe I woke up this morning thinking it's Tues.? 

John and I had a great session Friday. 

We're workin on my "creative genious." I finally revealed to him how I read my poetry over and over, each time thinking it's good or no good. John is so perceptive: he said: " do you really think you're poetry is doegrrele?"  That word stopped me in my tracks. Now I can't write anymore. I've been stopped in my tracks. Later I'll get back up and contintue. I'll find an old poem, or write a new one. I'm also thinking of doing something in a different vein: cultural "analysis" of our dining room. 

June 4,  2018

What I meant below is that I became aware of some behaviors of mine that served to alienate me from close friends in the sixties, and then I understand better why I always insist I want to be a non-conformist. It has to do with how I feel different than other residents. Aides tell me to not worry about other people - it becomes an issue of whether I "care." This is a way of not conforming to a norm. People here don't want anybody to worry about anything. 

I need to say something about what's going on outside this place. I'm so happy to read about March for Our Lives and other efforts to stimulate change at the grass-roots; also the progressive senitors who've announce a bid for President running without money from sum Superpacas.