There’s a lot to talk about today. First of all, we’re still working on the Petitioning on the Referendum on whether liquor licenses can be bought
by any Swarthmore business or by the College only. Evidently, I say evidently because The Swarthmorean is not on line (they’re
not sure the internet is permanent, I guess) but early reports are that there’s
an extremely negative Front Page article in tomorrow’s edition. My feeling is
that its very unfair to be negative on a non on line paper when the earliest
possible response will be next Friday after the Petition signature deadline.
I’ve lost some respect for them because of this. Just like any other paper.
Listening to The Paul Dukas Piano Sonata on the BBC Composer of the
week Show. He wrote much more, and much finer, than his Disneyfication
would indicate. Leaving in a few minutes to go exercise, despite my
best intentions. Listened to cd during driving job, Christmas tre jazz
christmas and Heliogoats. Will listen to any new music.
Redid one Poem in five ways, but resisted temptation to turn this one
into a Choreopoem
Chorepoems take too long and who will read them with me anyway?
My old group, Popular Neurotics, split due to multiple Nervous Breakdowns.
Besides, we were all too close and too much lovers for it not to break up.
Am working on the Southern Series from last October, a whole notebook
that I’m transposing one long page at a time, because each written
page becomes five wordprocessed Poems. Because I’m excessive.
In writing in life.
To conclude, last night we only had time to watch a Calamity Jane episode of
Have Gun Will Travel after returning from the (Ardmore) Delco Green Meeting. More notes, more work. I wonder why I do what I do and realize
it’s a symptom of being alive.