Have been distracted by a number of family obligations lately. Life doesn't get simpler as one gets older.
Also a bit distracted by Ron Silliman's mention of me in his blogpost yesterday. But I'm letting the emotions stirred up go.
I don't get out enough. Haven't been to many live music events over the last several years. This weekend, though, Robert Cray is going to be in town and I'm going to be there. Can't wait. Among contemporary bluesmen, he's one of my faves.
I'm devoting a new notebook to a new poem which I'm hoping will shake me up. I'm trying to start over and really move around some intensities of thought and feeling. I'm in one of those periods of time where I feel very clearly the need to change my approach to as much as I can. It's not a matter of procedures, it's a matter of proceeding from necessity.
I'm so fucking tired of the hegemony of academic/workshop modes of writing/publishing, especially of a kind of institutional avant garde which is anything but inventive/paradigm shifting.