Yesterday I went over to Denny's, partly because we had an agreement for me to work-cleaning around the shed and partly because I wanted to get him out the door to his group meeting and physical therapy appointments. He was pretty out of it when i got there. He answered a few questions about the car radiator, (overheated yesterday,) then he went into the bathroom saying he was getting ready for group. I did some cut up work on the sea grapes, drained the extra water from the radiator and came back in an hour later at around noon. The phone rang and since he made not move to answer it, i did, it was Masha.

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I've been wondering about andrew
Masha asked me last night if i thought the two bunches of crepe myrtyls that he brought over were his way of saying goodby. He told me that he had just gotten back from his 'real mom and his sister and brother were there and that they all held hands and prayed. (maybe his stepfather was there too; he said he was afraid of him 'cause he threw him down against the wall once) there was a tone in his voice which left me to think that he meant something mere like that i might know what they prayed for.
he said that he would go back to school in August, "you know what that means," he rolled his eyes. "Oh you'll be moving in with your folks," I said.
He kept looking at the clock reminding me that we till six o'clock to talk. we went on after six and then he said, " oh that's bobbies car." we made plans to see each other after and I walked him to the end of the driveway and saw him go down the street.
I never did now his last name.
He likes trucks though.

9:20 AM 7/29/2002

Andrew visited yesterday. He had just been over at his biomom's. He played with his brother, spent most of the time indoors and played some violent sounding video games which he said belonged to his dad in this case step dad I think.
Peter told us that he was knocking on the door so Mash went out first and I found the green rubber ball that he had lost so that I could produce it magically from behind his ear.
Masha asked if he liked music and he looked suspiciously at the shiny Gemeinhart that I was starting to play and said "not that much."
She asked him the normally polite social questions and I played minor melodies, joining in the conversation marginally.
He said there's only two weeks till school starts for him.

Star Street King jazz June night flakes on halls are traced in times trash can
sure as shit flung at empty walls; night speaking harsh light.
wings worn from long flight;
ancient pictures in ancestral halls;
known on the line of spring:
to imitation life!
from memory takes flight
and echoed tune.
shakes dust from the walls
the stirs the doves to flight
shadows creep down the walls
doorway is opened down halls
voice sings the quiet storm in celebration of early June
time takes each doorway
turns the key in the latch
passes on in silence
leaves each room unlocked
many tenament feels
passing of those feet
and always it seems
dust on the carpet
smells of cooking
linger after although the lives
that lived there are no more
nothing never changes that time errodes.
Change is spring and sudden
never comes to deaths condominium
look at the silver hairof the old woman
the greasy stain on the front of her dress.
Look at the trembling of the mad mens lip.
Remember, that was through
much in the way we saw would restore
look at the trembling on his lips piles of bottles hoarded in his room.
Where the children wears the treaty with the bird singing in that tree
where the fresh rain to wash your dirt away the rain never comes
-melt the smoke streaks. If it purged the offal from the alley
wash the grunge from road
where is the fresh wind that blooms.
And wash your hair
The wind that makes the crumbled newspaper dance and fly that breathes wind that breathes through the house making it live

And the sun, where it is the sun that takes the darkness out of the benighted faces and burns away the pale smell of unwashed skin.
where is the sun which shines in the window and brings forth flowers from the brown carpet?




The words above are a recreation of a poem I wrote long ago. This version was dictated using Dragon Naturally speaking, and is largely uncorrected.--BW 1/14/2005

Ever since I got up this morning I have been wondering what was happening everywhere else in the world world. It's hard to imagine something that much larger than myself. My whole body it seems is host to hundreds of other organisms. Why should I be so worried about it.

Ever since I got up this morning I have been wondering what was happening everywhere else in the world world. It's hard to imagine something that much larger than myself. My whole body it seems is host to hundreds of other organisms. Why should I be so worried about it.

I remembered the Blue Jays in the spring.
I shifted the weight of the pack to the right.
each afternoon I would find some new thing
from the noise, today the birds found a snake.
They followed it through the bushes of the neighbors yard
mocking birds and starlings had joined by then.
The racer was caught in the fence.
Each bird diving until he struck out randomly
grabbing the fence wire with his broken back teeth.
twisting from the broken bones and vertebrae,
I remember I watched him die like that.
with my pack set right I went up the hill.

talk.politics.tibet: FAQ [1/1]this never comes up at home

Friday night I went to the Arts Center members show. I entered a painting titled "spider web" cob web might have been better. Masha submitted a pin/pendant called wave, coral cabs on fused silver. and denny submitted an old steel sculpture "bird of paradise" Tom T. and TC came along tom Identified the "best of show" winner Something with Butterflies metamorphosing into flowers and the suggestion of a figure in the grass. Ken W. said that it was more or less typical of an Art society show.

Friday night I went to the Arts Center members show. I entered a painting titled "spider web" cob web might have been better. Masha submitted a pin/pendant called wave, coral cabs on fused silver. and denny submitted an old steel sculpture "bird of paradise" Tom T. and TC came along tom Identified the "best of show" winner Something with Butterflies metamorphosing into flowers and the suggestion of a figure in the grass. Ken W. said that it was more or less typical of an Art society show.

saturday i didn't do much, friday i nailed up a temporary awning over Denny's back door, the heavy rains we've been getting swelled up the door frame so it wouldn't open or close. Now the water runs off and the door is dried out and working again. On the fourth, I cooked a bunch of meat and eggplant on Denny's enormous smoker that his dad gave him. Tom and Cherokee were over.

At another event, last Sunday the city overcharged us for an event billed as "The Maritime Festival." The best part was the Cisne Branco from Brazil. We werent allowed to go on it. Everything about the event was meant to show you that other people have more money and priviledge than you do. We paid Ten dollard each and were not allowed any where near the boats. One coast guard vessel, the Eagle allowed free admission because the Coast Guard is not privately owned. They neglected to tell us that the Eagle had left. So we looked at stingrays in a wading pool and Watched Republican mayor Rick Baker cut ahead of a few hundred people (with his son) so he could congratulate the captain and crew and have his picture taken. The saddest part is that Jeff Shoup the fiddle man stood outside sawing away at some sea shanties and Shostakovitch, but I doubt he made enough to get in to see the boats. He is a local self taught musician, probably a treasure of the community, and he should have been employed by the festival. We have read a whole week of editorials about how bad the event was, but obviosly they spent very little and made a bundle. God Save America.

Fourth of july, a rebelious but well behaved mob gathered near the water at Gulfport Beach. From accross the water we could see the fireworks displays at St. Pete Beach and Treasure Island as well as private displays on tierra verde and the municipal fire works in St Petersburg. every one seemed cheerful and smug because they could see so many displays. One man yelled out "Fuck You Osama," But he probably spent his tax refund on beer. Around me people were debating sleeper cells, the new bussing voucher system and whether their kids should be allowed to set off more sparklers. Another man lit a roman candle and handed one to his son. Four cops converged and Blustered, but there was nothing to do but aim them straight out to the water until they had burned out. The cops blustered and fussed while the flares sailed out, and the boy just stoicaly held on till the last burst.
Cherokee went out and played volley ball. I guess he knew enough kids there to feel safe on his own. Masha and Tom came down to watch him. But the volley ball turned into football. one small Dredheaded five year old dominated the field. He obviously played soccer because he ran like the dickens, and tackled one older kid, a beef fed football player nearly four times his size. The rasta kid flew up at him like a terrier on a bear.
My favorite moment in a fireworks display is when a brilliant volley illuminates the crowd. I like to turn then and look back on the see of faces turned up and light with a shower of golden sparks. The pyrotechnics never equal the light in their faces.