shifting rock, unable to roll.

by jhon baker

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.

One Comment to “shifting rock, unable to roll.”

  1. One of my dear friends suffered enormously after Hurricane Katrina…from that break came an abundance of brilliance in his writing..he only now lets me submit his pieces..i do believe there is a very strong connection.. now as for you and the cheese, well now you know..only leave gourmet crackers..

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