The More Things Change . . .

     From the Voyager and Pioneer Terra, the Plutonians throw stones at the passing American spacecraft.  Across the icy Tombaugh Regio, in characters several hundred meters high, are deeply etched the words:

Yankee, Go Home!

glwarren, 2015

Letter to . . .

--March 2015

Dear Friend,

   We have never talked much about family and writing (Is there a non sequitur in the making here?)  No matter.  I think I have finally learned that the poet is without honor in his own family.  . . . Finally.  Too bad.  But let's face it.  While we turn to family for physical and emotional support, we need to look elsewhere for creative sustenance.  Robert Bly has written, somewhere, that we should "love those who love words" and restrict our friendships to those.  Oh, it would be restrictive alright.

   Still, I had thought to involve family and friends, to draw them into my world, to share my words with them, love or no, with hope for a stronger relationship between us.  With that in mind, I told them about Leaving Kansas >>> and they seemed genuinely interested.  Yet it has become apparent to me that few have read more than one or two entries and fewer still have commented, my cousin Stephen being one exception:

  "I can't begin to express the joy--happiness isn't a strong enough word--I feel 

on reading your blog!  You are a great writer, the equal of any I've ever known.  

I'm not kidding, I'm not exaggerating, and I know what I'm talking about.  

I'm very much looking forward to reading more of what you have to write.  

Keep it coming!"

   But Steve is a poet and a lover of words and has always, as have you, been supportive of my efforts, few and far between as they have been.  "Jesus, Gerald, this is good stuff!" you told me long ago, and I have lived with that and Steve's encouragement for 50 years.

   It (the blog) was a sincere effort not sincerely met.  My bad, I think.  But we move on, the objective now being to complete the writing of Leaving Kansas >>> and then to edit and reorganize same with the goal of publishing something resembling a book.  Time's a-wastin'.

   Later,


Gerald

Here Comes The Sun

     

               

  









 

I Have Had Better Januaries

   End of another month and I am trying hard not to to be 'skunked'. Pneumonia over the holidays and a hard drive death have dampened my spirits considerably. My 30 x 40 writing table is covered with rather useless stuff:  truck keys, felt pen, scotch tape, notebook, another notebook, hard drive, aspirin, coffee cup, glass bowl, receipts, iphone, wallet, camera, reading glasses, oximeter, bandaid, calendar, and so on. February will bring better days, I promise.  Meanwhile I am in need of a serious attitude adjustment.  . . . Now where did I put that 2 x 4?

   Later,  

Gerald