I’m either crawling toward something or away from something. Rarely both.
There Are A Thousand Ways, by PHILIP ALPHONSE RIZZO, published in Spillway number 6, 1997
I long for the earth Honor dirt in fingernails soil that blows into corners Thank the dust clarioned from the stars impacts the tundra that feed caribou Bless ancestral ashes that make roses bloom Praise Sahara dunes the droppings of camels and horses Give reverence to warm grays ochres siennas the burnt umber that roots the pine in Sedona I love the black humus that sticks to Italian names hugs celery around Rome and Utica Kneel and kiss bricks fired to propagate courtyards Massage glazing pots hungering for marigolds Prostrate myself before loam holy blend that substrates corn and wheat and soy beans in Iowa and Nebraska gives artichokes to salads grapes to wind in California Wash not my hands too well after digging in the garden Am not harsh with what we were or shall become
Received a wonderful gift from a friend, a 1956 OPTIMA Elite 3 typewriter in very good condition. My new companion for the next week or so.
Fantastic event at Herman’s typewriter gathering this year. The weather was beautiful, lots of outdoor activity. If you want to see an impressive array of typewriters, you owe it to yourself to see the collection at Chestnut Ridge Typewriter Museum. Below are the photos I took in 2017.
I’m daydreaming the other day, thinking about the Beatles. Who was their first manager? Immediately the name Buddy Ebsen pops into my mind. I know of course that this is incorrect. Still, I let this montage of silliness take it’s course.
Yep. Jed Clampett is now the founder of a british invasion pop music group. Weeeeell doggie!
I will let your own mind fill in the blanks. For the record: I did come up with Brian Epstein shortly after. Not near as funny. ~TH~
click on the image to see the old Daka building.