Float In
During the pandemic float-in concerts have sprung up. Every weekend bands play off the back of a houseboat and people float/paddle/row/motor into the lagoon and listen and party while floating in the water. My friend, musician Stephen Ehret who, along with his musical partner Hines plays in the ‘Nother Mother Brothers Band’ said that at times it’s the crowd that becomes the show.
How Writing Works For Me
Thursday night I read a poem in the Point Arena open mic that included a green M&M. Friday morning I found this one in the parking lot of our dock. Friday night at Nomadic’s open mic I heard a poem with the word quixotic written by my friend Linda. Saturday morning over coffee, I read a poem by Kay Ryan in the the book The Jam Jar Lifeboat which included the word quixotic. Quixotic. I’ve been told I write about the quotidian. Quotidian. An extraordinary word for the ordinary. But as you can see, even the ordinary is extraordinary. Quixotic. I left the green M&M on the asphalt where it had come to rest, and watched a feather adrift in the breeze, softly alighting on the surface of the bay. This day afloat.
Thatching The Becky
Neighbor, and South Forty legend Joe Tate replacing the bamboo on the palapa of the Becky Thatcher
Metaphor will Find Us
photo by our amazing neighbor, Dennis Bayer
Looking For Something?
Hazarding A Guess
The Road Gods Beckoned - Basho
From today's writer's almanac: "On this day in 1957, Jack Kerouac’s novel On the Road was published by Viking Press. The Beat Generation classic was based on road trips Kerouac made with his friend Neal Cassady in the late 1940s. Kerouac started writing the novel on April 12, 1951, and finished on April 22. He taped together sheets of tracing paper to create a 120-foot-long scroll.
Jack Kerouac wrote: 'In America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it [...] and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen.' "
