Memories

5/13/2014
(email to Skip W.)
...I grant you, there are days I stay clear of emails for a day or two. First of all I am dragging my ass due to a bad case of allergy problems, the like of which I haven't had for a number of years. Ironically, I saw the doctor yesterday and she thought, relative to my past, I was doing very well. I tolerated her optimism because I knew better. She did write me a few scripts that should come in handy to fight the allergy lock on me. I am taking 5 days worth on steroids (prednisone) to cut the swelling in my sinuses, the main cause why I can't breathe through my nose. She also prescribed Fluticasone Propiobate, a nose spray and last but not least, EYE ITCH for my eyes. Will see how I feel in the morning. Sleep has been hard to come by, so Bobby Zimmerman has been singing  for me the last two nights. I am still taken up with "the Poetry Project." I have hit the level of obsession with the poetry project and methinks I should take a few days off...if I can. Sue tells me I babble poetry in my sleep. Kai brought over Mary Oliver's book on how to write poetry. I should spend some time with it.

Dylan's skill at at phrasing and internal rhyme are fucking amazing. John Dearstyne, an old friend of mine from my days in Corvalis used to see B.D. in small cooffee shops in Hibbing, MN. He'd do his folk song number in those days. Those were the days before Von Ronk, when he was "hanging out."So was I. flying by the seat of my pants. Living on nothing, sleeping on couches. And Like that. I learned from Henry Miller to vary who I visited every night for dinner. Is it any wonder I weighted in at 160 lbs in those days. Today I weigh 250 which is considered moderate now. Anyway, all that hanging out was ages ago. Another life time as they say today. I remember seeing SLY and the FAMILY STONE in small club in Vegas. It was the first time Rock &Roll made my bones vibrate, a memorable event. That was in 1964. I didn't know who they were at the time. That's a lot of bilge under the bridge, a lifetime away. I keep waking up thinking of the funniest things
from the past. This morning it was about those actors I hung out with my first year at SCSC. I don't remember their names. They took the place of Fako and that ragged band of beatniks he introduced me too, who were more fun than the actors who were pretty straight for those days which were on the crest of a real revolution. My time in Vegas, although the crest of my personal wave, and noteworthy as a small piece of history, seems
now like a detour that lasted as long as a cheap firecracker. It was intense but a measly six years. I am amazed that a handful of people still remember me or what I tried to do while I was there. In those six years I rode those giant worms of DUNE though some much shit I hate to think about it. Like so many say, it was all like a dream. Maybe that's all it was. Now I am just a shadow waiting to blow away. A demon trout is on the lookout for me.
He'll find the worm that is me.