I’m so glad you found me over here at WordPress. I’m just settling in, and there are still a lot of links to connect and several pages to add. Then I’ll give the new site a test drive, flush the pipes and correct my typos.
Whiskey River introduced me to Stephen Dunn’s poetry a while back. Here’s a nifty fragment from the beginning of his poem, Loves. Kind of sums up how I feel this evening, with dark coming on, Buck headed in from the woods soon, a wee dram from the bar, bacon and eggs for supper, and these comfy new Blogtown quarters.
“I love the past, which doesn’t exist
until I summon it, or make it up,
and I love how you believe
and certify me by your belief,
whoever you are, a fiction too,
held together by what? Personality?
Voice? I love abstractions, I love
to give them a nouny place to live,
a firm seat in the balcony
of ideas, while music plays.
I love them more than hard evidence
and shapely stones, more than money,
which can buy time, but not enough.
I love love, for example,
its diminishments and renewals,
I love being the stupidest happy kid
on the block. . . .”
Thanks for stopping by. Come back soon and let me know what you’re up to these days.