.it should be 6.26.07
chris h
i struggle with the telling
(of anything really)starting andstoppingand coming round again to say the same thing over in another wayre-wording it (repeating it)i see the words of others
the (often lovely, sometimes beautiful) explanationsof their paths through time and space
(and their existence outside of the aforementioned)wishing to emulate i only plod
the circles of repetitionso i've given up
resigned myself to the ideaof being one only responsible
for calling attention (to situation, irony, pitch, or detail)and trusting that the light (slant) i castwill serve my purpose
that the hearer of the word
will look through the same lens
as the speakernow for the unrelatedi bought myself a fountain pen and it has brought me great joy in the short time i've had it. the few of you who read this are all like me in that we are all old men inside-whether it be scotch, cigars, pipes, etc. i bought one for johnny as a memento of his time in america. i tell you this for no other reason than to encourage all of you to join me in this, my newest found joy.chris h