Saturday, November 6, 2010



Gone Fishin: Louis Armstrong & Bing Crosby


... the same as for love.
    Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being. Its most precious quality will remain its having run itself and carried away the poet with it. Read it a hundred times: it will forever keep its freshness as a petal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.

from Robert Frost essay

I wish you all surprises. Dreams coming true! The Unexpected.
only 8 weeks till Christmas.
Sure, 8 looks like infinity standing up (but .... where did the last 8-10 months go):

Will be totally offline till early December, writing, doing Thanksgiving etc.
Then only three wee weeks till Christmas.
Then only 1 week till New Years Eve. I can almost hear the party bells! :-:

   Thank you all for sharing so much, teaching me so much.
I will miss you... a friend tells me i will go into detox from no Internet and no google week 1.  I might need some Cognac for the fire, but the nights are still sweet and somewhat warm.
Peace open inside us all