Dirty Loads 10/21/2009
it was potent. we helped a woman do her laundry.
we said hello to policeman. squabbled about poetry games.
we used the network to retrieve poems from livejournal
and we read the high proof works

then left -
i wish we had stayed and read for the woman who was coming back and who talked about Poe with us last week and who has a little son who rocks. it seemed like a good idea to go to the other event when we thought it was going until 10. i peeled off to take care of some library biz - rest of group was not there when finally caught up - event already shutting down
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met up w. roving lyricals, ate pumpkin pie, escaped to a bench near the water,
PLAYED GUITAR - played some of my songs while Zak writing new work, Jaya writing drawing and encouraging me to modulate — which is a tough practice very appreciated.

then later between jaya and boat woman, her talkin’ ordinary tv realities, him modulating spiritual clarities, me in the middle between acceptin and absorbin, but was ok cause big bottle of good cheap merlot passed around.

i like simple things, lately i like buying big bottles of wine and passing them around and watching people carefully hold them, the heft, lifting to mouth, and then the rush of wine - fck sipping tonite i want you to have a big gushing swallows of wine. and then carefully setting the heavy bottle down, awkward moment trying to hold the base of the bottle - which is too wide - and the top of the bottle - which is too narrow.

to anyone reading this who i’ve insulted - yes i’m socially awkward. it comes from a life of too much death and trauma way too early, and hence im wary, shy, and sometimes rude when trying to be polite. people have concerns - always - but my sympathy for the small things is either lacking or completely overwhelming depending on tidal spirit shifts.

experiencing induced shift