My sister passed away this evening.  Amy, rest in peace.

Today I have been working on a song for my sister.  I have the lyrics down and have recorded a rough draft acappella version which I haven't been able to figure out how to post.  Am struggling with a guitar part to be added later.

Here are the lyrics:

Shadows Can’t Be Rehearsed

                                        

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in words

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in words

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

Syllables dissolve in

Syllables dissolve in

Curtains fall

Curtains fall

In the middle of things

In the middle of things

Curtains fall

B's sleeping on the couch.  I'm listening to the blues(R. L. Burnside) and thinking about writing projects.

There are 3 book reviews I need to do.  I also need to get back on track with Appearances.  And I'm thinking about making a long poem through erasure of Hegels Phenomenology of Spirit.  

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A Tired Old Me

at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs last week:

Literally breathtaking since at that altitude I had to catch my breath a couple of times.

Hibiscus blossom
on the kitchen floor.

Bespoke suit
of a known heterosexual.

Feeling tired and listless I googled myself and found this image of a pamphlet of mine from the  '70s:

http://www.divisionleap.com/pictures/18373.jpg

How abstract is that to just give the url.  It's in keeping with the work at that time though which was pretty abstract.  So...I don't even have a copy of the thing.  Wonder how it would look to me now.

I sent it to Guy Davenport back in the day.   He incisively critiqued it as being about, but not inhabiting, the subject matter.  That was a very useful response.

When my sister was in high school she was told that she had type 1 diabetes.  The diagnosing physician said that she wouldn't live past forty.  His cruel prediction would have come true but for a double organ transplant (pancreas and kidney).

When my sister was in her twenties her passion was skydiving.  Back in those days, the seventies, parachutes were round and notoriously hard to maneuver.  Once she landed on a water tower and had to be rescued by the Fire Dept.

Her greatest skydiving feat occurred when she was participating in a group dive.  They were all supposed to land in a football stadium at halftime (I think it was at Penn State). Everyone but Amy overshot the stadium.  Amy landed on the 50 yardline.  When she took her helmet off someone yelled "It's a girl!."  The stadium erupted in thunderous applause.

Just got home.  Have been away for 5 days--in Colorado.  My sister Amy (two years younger than me) is dying.  It's been a tough week.  I feel wrung out, exhausted.  Will get back to regular posting when things settle down.  It may be awhile though.

Lot of existential issues right now that I can't discuss in public.  Suffice it to say that I will when I can.  I'm stressed.

Out...