Beginnings (a blog journal transferred)

Auguest 24, 2005

I've been rather opposed to writing any "journal style" shit on this thing lately, but after having been reading the crazy rants of a friend, I'm inspired. It's been along time since I've written much at all. last week I took a nice bike ride through downtown and found myself stopping at the far end of waterplace park (nearest south water st.), sat down on the bench three down from a shit stained homeless dude taking a nap (actually I couldn't really tell if had shit on his pants, but I couldn't imagine him not - 'cause really, what homeless man taking a nap on a bench wouldn't have a shit stain on his pants!?), and I took out my old notebook to write. While trying to find a blank sheet in the book to write on, I began reading all these outdated attempts at poetry. It's fascinating how time changes the meaning of certian things. Well maybe not changes the meaning, but the reflection of what it once meant. And although I could bring myself slightly back to how I felt at the time, it didn't quite move me the way that it had once. For example I had written a poem called "Now and Again" which contained the line, "and now i sit, surrounded by others who remind me that you are not here," a simple ass cheesy line, one which used to mean something more. What's strange is that I remember more of where I was (and how it was so fucking cold in my room that I was using a deadly old space heater - the kind built back in the 70's with the exposed electric coils- and had it so close to my desk that the plastic runner on the edges practically caught fire) as opposed to what it really meant to me at the time. But I'm digressing. I guess the point of this is that it's been too since the last time I've written anything confessional. [by the way - i highly recommend when making homemade burritos, it's a really good idea to add some sort of adhesive ingredient. i just dropped a pound of rice on my lap, and i can currently only type with one hand in fear of having to resort to fork.] Well I suppose that's good enough as a start. Besideit's almost time to drink some beers with ralbanese. (Yeah, like that's something different, right?)