Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Earlier I was headed to the back of our lot to check on the raspberries and spotted a hummingbird in the bee balm.  That's always a little epiphany for me, seeing those small super fast creatures.  At first the eye isn't sure what it's taking in--a dragonfly? No. A hummingbird for sure.

I remember hanging out on Robert Grenier's patio back in the day and freaking out about the number of hummingbirds in the garden.  And they were huge.  I went on and on about it.  I'd never seen more than one at a time before and this Californian variety looked slow and obese compared to the little ones I'm used to.  I think everyone who heard me ramble about hummingbirds on that trip figured me to be a real rube.

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Today (between exercise, reading, housework, guitar practice, etc) I've been obsessing over how to write one sentence (the next fragment of Appearances).  I actually started obsessing about this sentence in a dream last night.  It's almost, not quite, there...

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The iPod just shuffled over to early Wilco.

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This June there were nine inches of rain in this part of Ohio.  Our second wettest June on record.

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The shuffle's on to Keith Richard and his Winos now.

Yeah, I'm not writing this without interruptions.

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"Interruption" is a word that's important to me.  Especially in its Brechtian sense of  intervention.  It figures in Appearances too (not the word--at least not so far--the concept).

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1 comment:

  1. Hey Tom, what type of strings do you use on your acoustic guitar? email me at fskok@sbcglobal.net if you prefer. Thanks -- Fred

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