furies and sufferings

Quevedo-
"There are in my heart furies and sufferings."

good times:
* Rogue Wave I saw them tonight at Landlocked Music
* Red crocs--what took me so long??
*New Lily's album Everything Wrong is Imaginary
**Silly Strumming with the Devil Van Halen tribute cd--imagine JUMP on banjo!
*Teaching Lilly to swim, garden, tell jokes, etc.

*Grandma Whooie-my way of expressing anger at slow drivers while Lilly is in the car with me. We call the slow poke "Grandma Whooie" or Pokie little Puppie. The HUGEASS dump trucks are "Grandpa Whooie".
*WFHB
*Bloomington in the summer
*Kettle Chips Baked Honey Bar-b-q potato chips
*Thunderstorms

not-so-good-times:
*Ghosts from the past
*Alone on a Saturday, Friday, Sunday, Tuesday, Thurs...
*FRAT party mentality neighbors and their fucking TIKI torches--I got sumpin I can torch, you little shits...
*Lost or idle moments
*Bloomington in the summer
*TOW ZONES outside MAX's Place (goddamn mother fuckers) It was less than 20 minutes you assholes...$130 broker.
*His disappearing act AKA: Catharine's theme
*The Lonesome Loser AKA: Catharine's theme, pt. 2
*No messages
*Concerts, dinners, outings, parties--oh, no parties, family gatherings-- solo
*Diabetic Cats and putting them down...
*Being a broke ass
*WTF is wrong here?!

insomnia on the summer solstice

Everything is going wrong it's not right anymore
We can't seem to get along the way we did before
Sun is hanging in the sky sinking low and so am I
Just for the love of someone and a big red sun
How I gonna lose these big red sun blues
Big red sun big red sun big red sun blues

True love to hold is worth everything
It's worth more than gold or any diamond ring
But this little diamond and a heart that's been broken
Are all I got from you, big red sun
How I gonna lose these big red sun blues
Big red sun big red sun big red sun blues

303 am June 21. Summer Solsitce starts at 826am.
I can't sleep.

Where are you, big red sun?

dad's day

dad's day

Padittles and Hoosiers

No quote today.

In the past week I have seen more padittles than I can count. Does that mean I can save them up? Must be some kind of sign. Or just my dumb luck.

I am on the radio today at 3. The theme is women. All songs include a woman's name in the title. I think Friday's mix will be songs with 'sun' in the title.

I am feeling pretty good. Am planning a trip back to Playa del Carmen again for mid July. Just hope I can afford it.

Been thinking about Hoosiers a lot lately. I used to think we were closed-minded, stubborn and simple people. Well, in fact, many are, but there is a charm about Hoosiers that I kind of like. Loyal. Dependable. Leathery. It's a good thing.

Am finally able to ride my bike a lot, which I have missed. The spring was so cold I just couldn't do it. My apartment is on top of a HUGE hill near the cemetery, which can be a pain coming home, but once I get up it is fine.

Must close, as I am riding to the station.
Not that anyone is reading this anyway...blah blah.

"beyond belief"

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

I’m just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

I hang around dying to be tortured
You’ll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

My first day of vacation. I am sitting on my couch naked typing this after a long bike ride and run. Had good conversation and coffee this moring at my local haunt...

So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your alice

You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

Lots going on in our sleepy, one-horse town. The sup. is in big trouble and the corporation is screaming. Fortunately it all hit the fan as school was concluding for the year. Lots of people leaving for good or awhile anyway. It is quiet here as
most of the town is gone. I have a friend in Haiti, one in Utah, and a few leaving for the Boundary Waters in a week. I usually don't notice the change in population-but I really feel it this year.

And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly

I might make it california’s fault
Be locked in geneva’s deepest vault
Just like the canals of mars and the great barrier reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She’s been suitably stunning
But I know there’s not a hope in hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So-called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle

I finally opened the papers confirming the divorce is final. It feels to me like failure. Well, when one door closes another is bound to open.

Here's to open doors..

fm. We are Many"

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle in a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing.
They have departed for another city.

When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed in my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth...

P.N.
Hello.
Sunday after noon. I am feeling lazy today.
The back door is open and the gentle breeze blows into my apartment bringing with it sweet smells from the candle burning. It is a beautiful day. I should be out doing something--but I am not.

I am ok.
I saw a great show Thursday night, HEM and OVER THE RHINE at Bus. Chum.
Still, going to shows alone is starting to wear on me. I left before the headliner was finished, knowing that I had to work the next day.

I have a few long-term plans in the works, one is going back to school in January. The other is a euro tour next summer with high school kids. Italy, France and England. I will see how the Cyprus thing looks, but honestly, it will be so much work I wonder if it is worth the hassle.

School is out in 4 days. I welcome the slow pace of summer.

Looking forward to something unexpected soon....

*** Have spent most of the day on the couch watching old Elvis Costello videos and reliving my childhood. I can't remember the last time I chose to spend my afternoon doing nothing at all. In fact, I usually condem such behaviours. Funny thing is I feel fine doing it today.

johnny and june

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

Just finished Walk the Line
love like clover and honeysuckle-does it exist?

a memorable Memorial

Hi.
A few of my favorite things:
1. The clover is in full bloom. I love the smell of clover.
2. Swimming at the pool where I grew up, and still feeling like I fit in.
3. Walking the streets of Broadripple with Carolyn and Dave who currenly reside in a plucky, posh, palace just a stone's throw from The Vogue.
4. Sleep that comes after a physically and mentally exhausting but fun-filled weekend.

Photos to prove it:












Ciao-

fm. "The Marine Night"

...You're lovely, beloved, lovely night:
you hold the storm like a bee
asleep in the stamens of your alarm,
and water and sleep tremble in the glasses
of your bosom hemmed by valleys...
P. Neruda

This describes the evening here perfectly.
With the new time change, the day lingers on indefinitely.
But tonight, storms are brewing and there is the smell of rain in the air.

I sit, gazing out over the peaceful meadow now,
while enjoying the silence of the field and the evening song
rising from the birds.

The smells are lovely and the temperature perfect.
I am at peace.

I smile to myself and bask in the simplicity of the moment.
P.S. Check out Pandora.com (or my link below the archives). It will change the way you listen to music. I promise.

"And how long?"

how much does a man live, after all?
Does he live a thousand days, or only one?
For a week, or for several centuries?
How long does a man spend dying?
What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

I want to tell you about the corruption.
But I am scared. I feel like a communist.


I cry, after hanging up with a sibling who is beyond the pain I am feeling, who reminds me that 'I live in a small town...'.
I cry because I have no one to share my sorrows.

Everyone has a life that is full and busy--the new roof, the baby, relatives, job..

I stood beside the waterfall for a minute. I rememered how it looked frozen--its ice crystals penetrating the water below. I imagine briefly what Ophelia must have felt when her world came tumbling down and there was no one to talk to. The water seems soothing, cool, friendly. No wonder she let herself go.

I stood on the bank and reminded myself of a beautiful and amazing daughter I have. She is vibrant and lovely and sustains me when everything-else doesn't.

I want to jump in, seeing her reflection in me in the vast pool of shimmering, sparkling water. I want to surrender to my anger and sorrow and loneliness...the people at work who beat me down day after day with their jealous, angry, resentful words...I want to surrender to the loss of love and friends and faith I have in anything.


Did I mention, "My Skin is" just started playing?

fm. "loneliness"

it is what has not happened to one that determines the silence,
and I don't want to go on speaking
because I stayed there waiting;
in that place and on that day
I have no idea what happened
but now I am not the same.

P.Neruda

I finally broke down and bought the book. Two, actually. One for my friend who just turned 35, the other for me.

Today is Friday, May 19.
I signed my final divorce papers today.

I know this is the beginning of everything new. Not only personally, but professionally. Time for change.

I plan to be back in school by the fall; interviewing for better positions (or creating my own) in 2 years.

How have I managed to work so long in such a terrible environment? Once I move on, this bird will sing.


The sun is still up at 8:15pm. Feels like I am in Europe. God, I wish.

"Clenched Soul"

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
-Pablo Neruda

I love Pablo. He speaks to me like few poets do..What to say that has not already been said?
There is much in the world that upsets me. There are many in the world that hurt me. There are few the cut me to the core. To the handful that love me, I cannot understand how or why, but thank you.
To the rest, I have nothing more to say.

april showers

Hi. That's Lilly. Taken today while eating grapes. She hates the camera now (see below)..still I can't help but want to capture the innocence and beauty of youth whenever I can.


Just bought a few new cds: Cat Pwr The Greatest old Nick Drake (2000) bryter layer, and a crazy Paris Combo called Motifs
I started G. Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London last night.

I am lonely. I find myself getting lost in music to ease the feeling. The song currently playing is called "Where is my Love?"

My radio showthis week will be themed something with the subject in it. Something about lost love-love unrequited--venus and mars--I dunno. Don't tell me-I know--already been done. Just seems fitting for me...

At soma yesterday I witnessed 4 couples-all of whom were singles earlier this year. Seems so easy for everyone else to figure it out.

Today I picked Lilacs in the pouring rain. I love lilacs. The fragrance permeates (sp) the whole apartment. Am watching Lost in Translation and feeling a lot like Scarlet JoHanson even if I don't look like her. Where is my Bill Murray, I ask you?


Show opens on Friday. 2 weeks and I am done.
Miss you. Are you there?