12/1/10 So many things to say
Yesterday at the book arts show, with all those books of poems and chapbooks of observations and pictures with legends and legends without pictures, I knew there was a lot to be seen, said and heard in this world, thoughts jumping off pages into the corracle of a cottonwood leaf drifting down the surface of the river, its infinitesimal weight sitting as a rounded meniscus, making of the water a pillow. The thoughts on the page, a thought drifting....huh? oh yes....So many thoughts to think and express. If I'm ever at a loss again, I'll just go wandering through the corridors and links of these blogs like I just did and find poets talking about the moon, garbage, homelessness and motorcycles all with commensurate passion. Passion, in all the words, feeling and expression and moonlight and shagbark and leaves that float even on the icy river and sometimes lights and hairdos and okay even family blogs but you have to skip a bunch of words and just make somthing of them. Surf the blogs and start to follow some. Find the words, the passion, the things about the universe that most people try hard not to notice, lest they become too poetical, too engaged in seeing the infinitesimal, in feeling the ghosts.