Sept. 9, 2018
When I first came here, six years ago, I was surprised at how many aides watch Law and Order SVU. For years it's been my favorate show. I discovered even some nurses like it; I asked one why - she said because the crimals are always brought to jusice.
This is all I can write tonight. I have to get ready for bed. There's a lot more to this piece - specifically what I learneed from an episode I saw today that taught me something about what residents in this place have been telling me: construstive criscism of my behavior.
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Friday, September 7, 2018
Sept. 7, 2018
A New Poem
"Look Back In Anger"
The Pain whipping around my neck, searing into my skin - a jabbing pain.
Life Blood is pouring forth.
Is this how I want to see myself leave this World?
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In my Life I have seen great pain and great happiness.
Like Picaso when painting Guernica, he saw "great respect for human suffering."
Friday, June 15, 2018
Saturday, June 9, 2018
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.
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.
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.)
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