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.
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Monday, June 4, 2018
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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.
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.
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
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