words of a people aligned in their perfect order
As where new things happen, old things stop happening.
I got nothing.
a drum set without a spur, a poem without a line or two, a cold cup of coffee, a bathroom light fixture with a blown ballast.
but I’ve slept – yesterday/last night I slept great. this is an abnormal occurrence, an anomaly in an otherwise sleepless life.
This seems so similar to what I journaled just today…
It seems to be going around.
Right there with you.
I am feeling like a boat in the swamp with no water beneath.
I think I may have caught it from the concentration on music lately. It seems at times that I can only participate fully in one artistic endeavor. Which will be interesting when I start teaching Classical, Jazz and Flamenco Guitar.
IMPORTANT UPDATE: i died. Kidding. I replaced the light fixture all by my little 6’2″ 280 lbs. self.
I swept the garage this week.. other than work about the only thing that I could concentrate on.. pushing for a more productive one this week..
Flamenco guitar? sign me up..
the platitudes of willful resemblance 