….I spent most of the 70's out until at least 2 in the morning…7 days a week…I drove a taxi through the five burroughed bellies of New York…that's where I got my college degree…a great learning experience that had it's moments…some of them I would just as soon forget. I think all those hours on the streets took the Night Owl out of me and by the 80's…I was usually in bed by 9 pm and up at 5:30 everyday…I am still within that time table and it fits. Richard and I have been in San Miguel now for 10 years or so…when we first got here we got seduced by the heavy duty social scene and the night life…lucky for us…that got old real quick and we surrendered to this home that is continuously in flux. I guess that I am writing this tonight to clarify for myself that I had the opportunity to go out this evening…Richard is up in San Francisco and I am here at home…alone…but when I got to looking at the possibility of driving into town…looking for parking…going to an art opening or two…driving home in the dark…well…home won out…the old saying that "Home is where the heart is" has some miles…the miles lead home….there is comfort and delight here…I am glad I stayed home…..
Amen……….
Wish I were there with you – and all the critters!!!!!
This a great image to go with a penetrating reflection on the miracle of inspired stasis. Anado, you do have the insight and the crispy tumbling touch, a shaman on his way home. We’ve been corresponding through FB for a while now. Reading your dispatches is so pleasurable and transportive at times. I’ve often thought that it had to do with San Miguel which has a fuzzy but stark psychic power for me. But now I see that’s not it. There has been, one fine and special moment after another. It’s your sensibility and your vision. I now recall what I saw in the blank of Oklahoma City, before AIDS, before 9/11; the open swirl of your poetry, the unthought becoming. The writing is the same. You’re writing is terrific.
I really know what you mean Anado. I also like to stay in and enjoy the space that we are creating. But we are going out tomorrow night to hear some good bluegrass music!
Debbie (azul anil)
on the night of August 13, 1976 did you perchance pick up a passenger at Radio City Music Hall and take them to 78th Street in Jackson Heights?
It would have been around 11:30 PM.
And it was drizzling…