Had Wanted to Conquer.

Arrange the dry oak leaves in different shapes on the grass to see which bed I should make.

There is always something unsuspected in Archie Shepp, so far. The volume matters and decides how quickly time will pass. I like to be overwhelmed in some comfortable way that I can write / work from a distracted brilliance.

Letters between Olson and Creeley are incomprehensible at first, the back and forth made its own universe of thought. I enter at my own pace and keep a faded notecard to refer to notes quickly.

I really think everyone must read Leroi Jones’s Black Music.

I am never short of an opinion.

Some how, to my left, there are only the same dimension of book, Lorde Our Dead Behind Us, Bitsui Dissolve, Lorde Zami, Duncan The Opening of the Field, Kaufman’s Collected. They are each gloss bound as well, except for Duncan. Is this a statement of how publisher’s mark outsiders?

I hesitated to sit down now because once I do there is always work to be done. When does the money come - ever come - this is not the point.

Shepp’s Things Have Got to Change sets a consistent rhythm with enough on top to disconnect from reality. The vibrations of a time need listened to again. Another set of words added to the pile. There is majesty in the attempt each time as long as I do not stop too long at each cozy spot.

At 6:15 there are no birds in the back yard. At 6:18 there are 13 robins in the front Oak’s bare limbs, they exude a ringing sound along with wings wacking together. Sporadic groupings of crows fly south west over the roof.

Done right does not mean adequate compensation. Avoid the politics of “you.”