Strange Tired Day

Long Beach, CA

Strange tired day–I’ve been out of it since I got up, groggy, uninspired, uninterested in … pretty much everything. I have plenty to do, work stuff, writing, my taxes … But it was all I could do today to go on a bike ride and then drag myself down to the Thai restaurant down the street for a late lunch. Part of this is because I’m not feeling very good: this week I came down with a fever, which caused me to skip a day of teaching, which is something I never do; I’m still not quite right. There’s nothing I can do but fight thru it, though, allow myself the time to recharge …

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This stupid day aside, I’m still feeling as if poetry could start happening again for me: lately scraps of verse, images, lines are popping into my head. Along with this I’ve been experiencing little flickers of the wonderful the feeling of literary letting go, which is what poetry is about (prose is built–poetry just happens). I’m tired of struggling with life, my writing: I just want to let things flow. I want to find my way back to the point where the poems came thru me of their own accord. I’ve put in enough labor for the time being–It’s time for the gods to do the work for awhile …