Here is my response to Birkerts

I had to include a link to my favorite poet. I have a link on my wiki to his site and was reading the poem:"she said".
Check it out if you like. It is the fourth one down.
(if you are feeling depressed it is not because of the springtime weather)
-I have to go check the two temperatures on the wine fridge in my rental unit.

StudioTour 1 finished.

I have been busy with my wiki.
The poems are drafts that I have invited people to comment on, but I haven't had any responses yet.
Jump to conclusions.
Writing poetry is a new experience for me.
Is there any subject that can't be approached in poetry?
I don't think so.
I tend to blend my obsessions, fears, memories into poems that become starting points, not finished drafts, of ideas that I want to meditate on.
The fears that I have about sharing my poetry have subsided some, due to the fact that rejection is a part of poetry and life. They have that in common. Although I have been rejected a great deal, I won't quit trying. Poets have a unique community.
Here's a few thoughts that I would like to share-
Random thoughts that are interconnected by what?
Some things we connect with and others we don't. The degree to which we feel the
connection can be a decision, present attitude or interests, etc. In many ways, it is
a choice. The amount of things I can connect to may depend upon how scatterbrained I am
feeling on any given day. I may read a poem one day that I can really relate to, and other
days it may mean little or nothing.
It seems to me that poetry is a way in, a vehicle to understanding or trying to understand.
Since I am not making any sense, I will stop and try again tomorrow.

"Foreign Country"
The anger
fights
frustrations
swimming around in my head-
dizzying the day away.

a day
with unlimited choices
the attitude taken
deciding
how it will pass.

hopeful-
a foreign country feeling.

wine breath walk
cologne candy

listening
really listening
to
the little things-
birthdays, illness,
divorce.
My feelings of guilt
for being involved in
it all.

I have been busy getting everything on my posted by Jason at 9:38 AM

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

I don't want to try and define poetry, but I feel that emotion is a neccesary element in it.

Monday, February 03, 2003

Since spring is coming and I am getting anxious to start skateboarding, I looked at a few sites to order a new
deck.
I was looking at a skate mag over the weekend and saw a photo of Duane Peters that scared me a lot. The photo was like looking at a car accident. I didn't want to look, but I just had to take a peek. Here
is more on Duane Peters.

He wore a wrinkled white T-shirt that was indeterminable from his neck. The wayside rest was the one
that led the state in abductions of innocents. It was 3 a.m. and the coffee wasn't working anymore- I am
not a smoker, but he was, sitting in his swivel air ride seat, not committing to the road or the sleeper, but
perched in between. The high back seat was red velvet, a Volvo with an intergral sleeper that allowed the
driver full movement between the cab and the sleeper. There was no difference. No walkway or portal into
the sleeper. It was a company truck out of Mobile, Alabama. A hot sticky city. I remember thinking-he is a
long way from home, and is trying to wake up. He had a long ciggarette that was sticking out of his mouth. I
want to assume that the filter and his stained t-shirt had a great deal in common. His skin was very wrinkled, like
a old, dried out alcoholics.
The reason I remember him is because that was his morning perch, the outside view changed but his high back
seat was other people's kitchen table. The place that we sit to let the morning confusion shift into the daytime confusion.

Thursday, January 30, 2003

I had a great day today because I was so well rested. Lack of sleep can make a person
feel crazy, especially during this time of the year when the sun never seems to come out-
the days above zero are cloudy, the clear days so cold.
I went skiing yesterday, finished the loop and met up with a friend in the parking lot. Not wanting
to miss out on more skiing, I decided to join him in another loop at Hobson. My friend introduced
me to a new tradition-eating oranges after skiing for blood sugar replacement.
Today, I learned about the ama.