Flowers that Gloze
Go here for glozing.
Simul justus et peccator
Go here for glozing.
It has been some hectic times here. Suz's job search has heated up with some second interviews, and we could be staying here or moving somewhere else. We were in DC last weekend which was pretty fun. It is super expensive to live there, however, and I have long been resigned to not making money.
Winter has finally passed here in Michigan, and I am in a more open mood. The dissertation is nearing completion, and I am feeling very positive about it. It has some strong work in it and lots of room for stronger work to come. I'm pleased with myself a little, which is good.
Apply this line of reasoning to all future endeavors...
I’m listening to “the Wichita Lineman” at the moment, and taking notes on a book I recently read about a case of demon possession in the 1570s, but I’ve been meaning to take a few moments to post to the blog. Why? Well, my feelings about the whole genre of discourse (blogging, that is) have remained so mixed during the full run of time I’ve been participating. I really don’t have much patience for the schoolyard crap that features prominently in the conversation every time people get bored or can’t think of anything real to talk about. On the other hand, I have been deeply inspired, encouraged, and educated by those stretches where people are powerfully absorbed by their materials.
I haven't posted anything in a while. Despite Silliman's suggestion that the blog world is the 'hang-out' of the poetry world (a claim which I think has validity), I've been hanging out in other places. Mainly, my dissertation is absorbing my time. That's as it should be, no doubt. I have found--in my leisure time--a way back to songwriting and recording, which makes me really happy. I've recorded something like 5 songs in the last few weeks. Not sure where they are coming from, but probably just stored up energy. I'm like an elaborate residuum of creative energy. If I take time off from any of my projects, they ultimately break down the door. My excesses do not disappoint me. Call me pseudo-Dionysus. I rock multitudes.