Sunday, August 30, 2020

remembering a memory



I was there I saw it and I heard it

Someone else says

No that's not what happened

I was there too

I saw it and I heard it

And besides you were in the kitchen, you don't know

And this was before you were born

All I know is no one was paying attention

for all the bravado of memory arguments

had at our dinner table

All of  what was said was or is true

                            If I say it. It is true.

Between each other we remember

experiences events moments scenes 

commonly shared with each other

differently from each other

Memory's Influence-er is time. 

Adding new memories every day over time.

Years go by 

Until there are so many years

Memory is out to lunch more often than it sits at the table 

a reliable dinner companion to our whims

Remembering becomes an occasion for frustration and letting go

There are a few  memories"frozen in time" which for me means .. 

...whenever I remember that moment, I always remember it exactly the same

it has never evolved or edited itself or come to me in new colors

frame by frame same every time

It was long journey to gain an understanding of frozen in time.





Friday, August 28, 2020

End of August


How many minutes? 

It's about 80,740 minutes one breath at a time.


New

Deeply familiar and oddly unfamiliar.

Old, people are very old now

And the young ones are younger now because I am older.

Time can fold

 Death hangs around every day

In the comfort of a house she built

She plays dead.

I go to work with a ghost. 

She walks in with me. She walks out with me.

In between she sits in my office and mostly pouts.

Her presence is vibrant and silent and bright.

Queerly silent for someone known for being outspoken.

Are we obligated or required to fill the void?

Difficult when one feels empty.

How do we not disappoint?

Oh you think I'm talking about her? 

No. I'm taking about all the hundreds and hundreds of people who love her.

For real loved her. Like you love the tallest tree in the forest.

In sis' absence that love becomes a legacy.


Saturday, August 15, 2020

everything is fast

everything is fast and I am walking slow.





Change(s)

 At dinner last night Geri suggested that I keep a journal about this change in my life and the company's life. 

Death changes everything. Dorothy Allison

Everything is louder. 

I can tell I am back by the driving habits here.Drivers here do not share the road, they take the road.

August 15 and I am not paying rent to Marlene in Ann Arbor as I have for 13 years. I did not go to eat ann arbor for my Tuesday burger. But I did say goodbye to Jen who always gave me lots of pickles. I am known as a buffalo boomerangs After 13 years of solitude and personal comfort in my own little corner I now find myself in a crowded loud household. Privacy has to be carved out along with visits to see my cat. It is becoming familiar. 8 x 12 four bit room and a porch. 

I feel challenged intellectually. The work is for real, hard. Takes focus and attention. It is new and unknown.  The world is a very scary place right now. People seem to be hunkering down. How do we keep Ujima afloat?

We are in the early hours of one of the greatest tragedies in our countries history.
None of it had to be, but it has happened because Donald Trump is President.We will lose the country if Trump isn’t repudiated. Make no mistake about the intentions of a president who is openly undermining the 231 year old tradition of American elections. 

I fear for everyone's future. I feel threatened, as in physically every day. The sound of his voice haunts me.