Today I finished a 4 part poem on the INFERNO, all part of my Poetry Project. Dylan-like I was able to turn on the spigot and let the images flow. This is the form I should have used in the beginning, not knotty prose. I am dealing with a counter-world and poetry works much better. I should have realized that long ago.

I have divided the experience into four parts, something I have never done before, and I think It gave me room to move.

Each section has a title that suggests what stage is being dealt with. Such as:

1. Dark Night of the Soul
2. Period of Chaos
                                                   3. The Abyss
                                                   4. I have come through

I think each title is accurate and foretells the subject matter and where it is headed. I go from falling apart to total chaos to the utter depths where there is a turnaround and eventual rebirth--becoming a twice born man. In the aftermath  I am re-tooled as man and artist and ready to rock and roll.

My makeover in the studio is virtually over. I am  physically very tired as I am just not used to putting out like that anymore. I took four bags of shit out to our garbage can.

No word from Joanne, which makes it close to a week since we connected. Looks like she is going hold to her "divorcing" me. Too bad, it was fun while it lasted. She was never good material for meaningful change. It's no skin off my nose.

Heard from Frank Kearful this morning. It took his wife three weeks before she got out of hospital, but he is hoping she'll be well enough to go to Alicanta for a vacation. He mentioned nothing about the death sentence the doctors gave her.